Thor raised Mjölnir and swung it with a roar, thunder erupting across the mountainside. He clashed against Eredin with a fury that echoed for miles, lightning sparking off every strike. Eredin gritted his teeth, deflecting blow after blow, his sword ablaze with frost magic.
But even the King of the Wild Hunt paused when the sky lit up with chaos.
Across the battlefield, Imlerith hurled Eskel through a broken tower wall, only to be t by Geralt's blade slashing across his armored chest. Sparks flew, and Triss followed up with a blast of fire, sending him reeling back. Steve flanked him with his shield, Natasha coordinating their firepower to pin him down.
Tony was out there killing the small fries and making sure everyone was fine.
And then it happened.
The air turned thick—charged with sothing ancient and wrong.
The sky howled. And down ca Liam. Thor halted.
"By the Allfather…"
"What… is that?" Eredin didn't expect to see human high up.
Liam moved like a storm unbound—fire and water, earth and lightning. The Wild Hunt began falling in droves—no battle cries, no resistance. Just panic.
One knight rode toward him, spear aid at Liam's back.
Liam didn't even turn.
The knight exploded into mist as a rune detonated under his horse.
"That power…" Imlerith didn't expect the human they had been vying for would co forth with so much power.
"Liam," Geralt muttered.
"He isn't the sa as we rember," Keira whispered.
The whole battlefield began to shift.
Mountains trembled as massive roots erupted from the ground, glowing with earthen runes. The roots lashed out, seizing skeletal horses and throwing them skyward. Thunderclaps followed chaos flares—dozens of them—each reducing another group of Wild Hunt warriors to ash.
A rain of glowing arrows descended from above—Liam's spoke Quenya, tracking targets through walls and barriers. No armor could stop them. No magic could deflect them.
The battlefield, once chaotic, beca an execution ground.
Imlerith roared, charging toward Liam—but a single wave of his hand sent ti crashing down on him. He froze mid-leap, locked in a loop of slowed motion. Liam turned his head slightly.
"I rember you," Liam murmured. "You are responsible for her death." Liam clenched his fist, and a bolt of crimson lightning struck Imlerith's armor, shattering it. He tried to rise, only for the sky to shatter again.
And this ti, a portal opened behind him.
An elven mage, cloaked in black with panicked eyes, yelled.
"Now!"
Imlerith growled, blood dripping from his mouth.
"This is not over!"
He dove through the portal, vanishing in a flash of blue light.
Thor, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Steve now, stared at the horizon where the portal faded.
"Coward fled."
"Smart move," Steve muttered. "I'd do the sa."
Eredin, now standing amidst broken frost and scorched corpses, looked around. For the first ti, there was hesitation in his stance.
Liam landed in front of him, his cloak billowing from raw magical currents.
"You're the one who sent Caranthir," Liam said. "And the one who signed Elie's death."
"Elie? Eredin was confused. But it didn't matter who died. "You think power frightens ?"
"No," Liam said. "But truth might."
With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a vision from Eredin's own mind—Elie's last monts. Projected in the sky for all to see.
"You felt nothing when you ordered to assault us," Liam said, stepping closer. "But now? Now I'll make sure you rember."
Natasha gasped. Geralt's jaw tightened. Triss closed her eyes.
Eredin swung his blade—
—but Liam was already behind him. With a slam of his palm, he drove Eredin into the ground. The stone cracked beneath the force. Liam summoned a dozen spears of starlight and plunged them into the area around the elf king, forming a prison of radiant chaos and then electrocuting him with fire and also blazing him to crisp.
The chaos slowly ebbed as Liam stepped away. The battlefield, once a warzone, was now quiet. The surviving Wild Hunt had either fled or died.
"You've changed." Thor ca forward and said.
"I had to," Liam said. "They killed soone who never should've died."
Imlerith had fled and so did many riders of the Wild Hunt, but Eredin was left behind, who just like Caranthir had lost consciousness but he was electrocuted so brutally. Kaer Morhen was in tatters and Liam spoke of what had happened with Ciri. For proper cooedination, JARVIS was always communicating with everyone and thus knew that sothing had happened but they didn't know what.
But now that they knew everybody was sad even though they won the war. Now it was ti to recuperate. Since Eredin was caught, they didn't have to think of Aen Elle for soti. Eredin was the defacto leader of Aen Elle, who hailed from Tir Na Lia.
Since Eredin had killed the previous ruler, it ant that either Imlerith or his other Lieutenant would take over Tir Na Lia. But it didn't matter to Liam now. Since had more abilities now and was sure that the next ti the Wild Hunt showed up, he would just kill them.
Like him, everyone was tired and exhausted and decided to just go over to their own world since they needed rest and dical attention.
Stark Tower
The warm golden lights of Stark Tower illuminated the sky, a comforting contrast to the devastation left behind in Kaer Morhen. The team arrived in separate portals—Thor helping Geralt carry the barely conscious Eskel; Natasha, supporting Steve who had a broken rib; Triss and Keira, exhausted, holding each other up; and Tony, removing his helt, sweat pouring down his face.
JARVIS had already cleared the penthouse floor, filling the rooms with stretchers, d supplies, and freshly brewed coffee.
"Vitals are stable," JARVIS reported as robotic arms tended to Vesemir and Eskel. "Although they require extended healing ti." Yes, those were just robotic arms and not a fully automated bipedal, made by Yinsen and Tony together for dical needs, thanks to Yinsen's knowledge.
"The battle is won… but not without cost." Thor spoke as he too liked Elie.
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