Gul'dan's ergence didn't go unnoticed.
Across Earth, those watching the invasion, militaries, civilians, hidden organizations, saw the towering portal of stone and green fla, and the monstrous figure stepping through it. A figure not of this world. Not of this universe.
…
In a heavily secured underground base in New York, General Ross watched satellite feeds in real ti, his fingers curling tightly around the armrests of his chair.
The giant stone portal had caught him off-guard. But what shook him wasn't just its scale or design.
It was location.
Ross leaned forward and barked at his technician, "Zoom in. Sector B-14."
The image sharpened.
His jaw clenched.
The creature, hulking, green, and hideous, was less than five hundred ters from his squad of fifty super soldiers.
A sick feeling twisted in his gut.
Sothing about the thing's movents, its stance, the air around it, told Ross everything he needed to know: this wasn't a random monster.
It was a threat.
"Send an order to the field," Ross said grimly. "Tell the team to back away. Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage under any circumstances."
His deputy snapped a salute and moved to relay the ssage.
Ross didn't want to lose a single one of those enhanced n. Each one of them was too valuable to put them at risk.
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Elsewhere, Loki stood atop a crumbling building, surveying the battlefield with the smug confidence of a chess master.
He narrowed his eyes as Gul'dan stepped through the portal.
"Hmph," he muttered. "Another beast."
There was a flicker of curiosity in his expression, but not fear.
Not yet at least.
"Let the mongrel bark," Loki scoffed. "With the Chitauri here, I have already won. One more monster changes nothing."
He turned away from the growing storm on the horizon.
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Back in the grocery store, Luke stood frozen at the doorway, staring at the monster his own computer had just dragged into reality.
Gul'dan.
Not a pixelated raid boss.
Not a cinematic cutscene.
Real, breathing, and reeking of evil.
He could see a glowing prompt hovering above Gul'dan's hooded head:
[Na: Gul'dan
Race: Orc
Occupation: Warlock
Primary Ability: Fel Energy
Main Skills: Dark Portal (Summons portal to marked location)
Drain Life (Absorbs life force to heal)
Fel Sickle (Wide-range soul reaping attack)
Destruction Storm (Massive fel energy burst)
Well of Souls (Absorbs souls from nearby corpses)
Resurrection of Death (Raises corpses as followers)
Endowing of Fel (Grants fel power, binds the target to Gul'dan's will)
Summon Level: Fifth-Order
Duration: 1 Hour]
Luke swallowed hard.
'Oh no. This isn't just Gul'dan. This is the full patch-notes version…'
He spun around and shouted, urgency rising in his voice:
"Wanda! Sharon! Get inside now! It's not safe out here!"
The two won paused mid-stride, confused.
Sharon had just fried a Leviathan with lightning and was still riding the high. Wanda was floating serenely, her fingertips glowing red, enjoying herself far too much.
"Wait, what?" Sharon asked, brows furrowed.
"That thing?" Wanda gestured toward Gul'dan. "He doesn't look that"
Luke didn't let her finish.
He dashed forward, grabbed Wanda by the wrist, and tugged her through the door.
"Trust ! That's Gul'dan! You don't fight Gul'dan. You hide from Gul'dan!"
He waved Doggo over with a panicked whistle. The three-headed dog returned to normal and trotted inside, looking confused but obedient.
Bumblebee, anwhile, stayed parked just outside. He couldn't fit through the grocery store door, and even if he could, Luke figured the fel energy probably wouldn't ss with him anyway.
"You'll be fine out there, right buddy?" Luke called.
Bumblebee's headlights flashed once in acknowledgnt, followed by a brief burst of static that vaguely resembled a nervous chuckle.
…
Outside, Gul'dan stirred and finally opened his eyes.
Twin beams of sickly green light shot from his sockets like demonic searchlights. He sniffed the air.
And smiled twistedly.
"Such... purity," he rasped in a voice like gravel soaked in poison. "Such life."
The wind shifted around him.
His nostrils flared again, hungrily.
"So much... to devour."
The Earth's energy was cleaner than anything he'd ever tasted, its life force untainted. Billions of souls, all ripe for consumption.
His staff pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat.
For a mont, he simply basked in the scent of the world.
And then… pain.
Sharp, piercing deep.
Gul'dan clutched his skull and roared.
Sothing foreign forced its way into his mind, slicing through his consciousness like barbed wire.
mories not his own.
Orders not of his making.
A mission embedded into his soul.
The pain vanished as suddenly as it ca.
His eyes snapped open.
He knew what he had to do.
Kill the Chitauri.
He didn't know why, and didn't care.
Sothing even more powerful than him, sothing binding compelled him, and he accepted it.
Gul'dan turned slowly, his gaze rising to the sky where the rift still spilled glowing ships and silver-blue soldiers like insects from a hive.
A crooked grin spread across his face.
"Very well," he growled. "Let greet the flies with fire."
He raised his staff, considering which spell would be the most fun to cast first.
But then, his attention shifted.
Just off to the side, fifty large humanoid figures stood in a formation.
Tall, muscular, light green glow on their skin.
They reminded him of sothing…
"Orcs?" he murmured, tilting his head.
They weren't true orcs. Not his kind. But they felt familiar.
And more importantly?
They could be shaped.
Gul'dan's twisted smile widened.
"Yes…" he whispered. "My first army in this world."
His staff began to glow brighter, as if responding to his emotions.
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