The Victor Will Walk on the Wreckage of Humanity and Return Clarity to Those Who Persevere
Blood had dried across the fragile pages, clumping in dark red layers so thick that most of the book's contents were unreadable. What little could be seen was haunting—half-burned fragments of the inner cover, lines of words scorched yet still clinging to life.
[The border of the mortal world is wrapped in Ssvlssr, and this trembling fog will attack the world on the Day of Awakening.]
[This fog will cover all things, hindering those who wish to resist the Awakening, and sealing the great victor of the Trinity.]
[The three who dwell in the center of the mortal world are the Great Victor of Fire, the Great Victor of Cold, and the Great Victor of Thunder. They shall bring destruction upon one another, and their true names are carved into unreadable runes on unknowable stones.]
The words projected across the livestream screen.
For a moment, the audience—billions watching across the Marvel world—fell utterly silent. Then, as though some invisible signal had been given, chaos erupted.
The Audience Reacts
"Wait—what?!" one voice in the chat scrolled past a hundred others.
"The Shivering Mist will attack humanity? Didn't it just protect us?"
"Three Victors? Fire, Cold, Thunder? Who the hell are they supposed to be?"
"No, no, this has to be wrong… unless… are these the gods behind everything?"
Shock turned into dread. Even the bravest voices in the chat began trembling with uncertainty.
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D.
The revelation left even the hardened veterans of espionage rattled.
Natasha Romanoff slapped the table in frustration. "This is insane. We thought the Mist was on our side, now it's the threat? And what's with this cultist riddle garbage?"
Her tone was sharp, but behind her sarcasm was raw unease.
Nick Fury didn't answer immediately. He repeated the three names under his breath, "Fire… Cold… Thunder…" His one eye narrowed, his mind racing through every classified file, every ancient myth SHIELD had ever archived. None fit.
At Kamar-Taj
The Ancient One sat in stillness, yet her voice trembled. She whispered the names again and again like a mantra: "The Great Victor of Fire, the Great Victor of Cold, the Great Victor of Thunder…"
But even her centuries of knowledge offered no connection.
Could it be that these were gods so old they had never walked the world before? Gods even she had never recorded? The thought alone made her face pale. If there were beings greater than the records of all sorcery… then humanity was at the mercy of the unknown.
The Revelation Expands
The screen shimmered, and new lines emerged:
[Around these three Victors gather the spectators of the Great Battle. Most will descend into this realm.]
[Djrr, the dark god of streetlamps, blind guide to his flock, will leave gifts on bent lampposts. Djlp, the swarm of flies, will pour from the mouths of those he loves and hates, each a token of his devotion.]
[Yni-Yni, the Piercer, will free his faithful by splitting the tyrant's skull. The Doomed Cabbage shall devour traitors of the Vegetable Lord. Zinn, messenger of Maarp, will lead his butterfly legions against those who lie dreaming among silver flowers.]
[The Voice of Time, though invisible, will leave behind yellow runes and bury its name in the mortal world.]
The names scrolled in endless madness.
The Dark God of Streetlamps. The Piercer. The Doomed Cabbage. The Voice of Time.
The audience's initial disbelief shattered. What began as curiosity was now replaced by raw, gut-level terror. This wasn't just an anomaly—this was a divine war.
Stark Tower
Tony Stark stood frozen, words catching in his throat before exploding into profanity. "You have GOT to be kidding me!"
Rhodey, usually the calmer presence, looked grim. "Tony… any one of those entities would be world-ending on their own."
Yet here they were, all converging upon one single place—Valley Harbor.
The Gods' Divisions
The screen continued:
[The servants and gods will finally pledge allegiance to one of the three Victors. Those who follow Fire will be dyed orange. Those who follow Cold will be dyed purple. Those who follow Thunder will be dyed green.]
[But there will be those who choose none—the Dream Walker, the man with the triangular face. They will be marked black, enemies to all.]
[The Dark Deer, Dmaxx, will patrol the border and be banished forever.]
[Sheogorath will remain, ruling his two-faced empire until he destroys it himself, only to be stopped by the Great One shackled by the Dragon King.]
[Twenty goats will merge into a goat-sphere, spinning endlessly until cast into goat-hell. Skeletons will wage their eternal skirmish. Yet all such conflicts are but shadows compared to the Victor destined to triumph.]
At Kamar-Taj, the Ancient One's lips went dry. Even beings she had thought of as gods were here described as nothing more than minor players.
She stared at the names of the Three Victors again—Fire. Cold. Thunder.
Her realization struck like lightning. "They are the Supreme Gods."
Observer Dimension
In the farthest depths of the cosmos, the Watcher Uatu stared upon the unfolding text, his usually stoic face betraying alarm.
If three Supreme Gods truly clashed in Valley Harbor, the flames of their battle could erase all civilization in seconds.
"Was it Panglaus who shielded humanity? Or the trembling fog?" His doubt lingered. Even he—Observer of countless worlds—could not piece truth from distortion. Someone, or something, had blurred the memory of Valley Harbor itself.
SHIELD's Realization
Nick Fury's brow furrowed. "If hostile gods appear together in one place, what does it mean?"
Natasha hesitated. "A… war?"
"Exactly." Fury's tone was heavy. "So why Valley Harbor? Not New York, not London, not Tokyo. Why there?"
Her eyes widened in sudden horror. "The Victory Society… their priests… You're saying—this was their plan?"
The thought hit her like a thunderclap. A cult engineering a war of gods.
James' Discovery
On screen, James impatiently flipped through the blood-stained book. Lois watched him, unsettled.
"Find anything?" she asked.
"I… no… but something feels wrong."
"Wrong?" Lois frowned. She had never seen James visibly shaken.
He looked up, voice hoarse. "It's not Sarkicism."
"What?" Lois nearly choked. "Not Sarkicism? Look around you! Flesh everywhere, the whole town a butcher's nightmare! Who else could it be?"
James' gaze was steady, deadly serious. "They may be involved, but Ion and his Sarkic cult aren't the protagonists here."
His next words struck Lois like ice: "This disaster belongs to the three Supreme Gods—Fire, Cold, and Thunder. Valley Harbor is their battlefield."
Lois staggered back, her entire body numb.
The Diary of the Dead
James found a corpse twisted in impossible geometry. The Geiger counter screamed until he activated a reality anchor, forcing space back into shape. On the body, scraps of diary pages clung together.
[July 22. I set out for Valley Harbor. Godfrey aided me, though I knew he wanted me to fail. I took all the books I could, though I couldn't find the seventh volume of the Exile Dasa'n'asad. The container burned my hand when I touched it. James was late again, always late. I must endure.]
Lois sneered bitterly after reading: "Devoted to work? Fighting for their cause? These fanatics slaughtered thousands for their 'goal'!"
The next page chilled them further:
[August 1. The ritual to the Broken God demands blood sacrifice. I thought anesthesia might help, but the ritual forbids it. The child is dead. It's done. He would thank me if he knew—it's for everyone's good.]
And finally, the words that silenced all hope:
[The Victor will walk upon the wreckage of humanity, returning clarity to those who endure. Yet I doubt James' true motives in this cause.]
The Cult of the Broken God
The livestream audience erupted again. The Broken God. Yaldabaoth.
Whispers spread like wildfire: If Yaldabaoth rose, flesh would devour all. The Broken God's faithful would lose everything.
The world was no longer facing just the Trinity of Supreme Gods. Now the board had more players:
The Lord of Flesh, Yaldabaoth.
The Broken God Himself.
And between them, Valley Harbor—ground zero for a battle that could unmake reality.
This was no longer a disaster. This was the War of Gods.
And humanity was nothing but the soil on which they fought.
----------------------------------------
Visit our Patreon for more:
Get membership in patreon to read more chapters
Extra chapters available in patreon
patreon.com/Dragonscribe31
----------------------------------------------------- .