Location: The Reborn Citadel of Camelot
The silence that followed the final battle was deafening. The Nameless One had been vanquished, the Cabal broken, and Camelot stood amidst the ruins of the multiverse. But though the immediate threat had been extinguished, a deep unease lingered in the air.
The multiverse was healing, yes, but at a cost. New ripples in time and space had formed, and from the ashes of those ripples, something ancient was stirring.
Harry stood at the heart of the citadel, gazing at the horizon. His body was bruised, his spirit scarred by the weight of the choices he had made. But as the Guardian of the Multiverse, his work was far from over. The final battle was won, but the echoes of the gods—those who had once shaped the cosmos—were starting to reverberate once more.
Merlin, standing beside Harry, felt the change before anyone else. The air was heavy with magic, ancient and primal. "The gods of old are stirring," he said, his voice laced with awe and caution. "The barriers between realms have thinned too much. It was not just the Cabal's doing. The Old Ones… they're waking."
Harry's brow furrowed. "The Old Ones? You mean the primordial gods?"
"Yes," Merlin answered, his eyes distant as if seeing beyond the present. "Before Olympus, before Asgard, before even Camelot, there were the Old Gods. The ones who shaped the fabric of existence itself."
"They sound dangerous," Harry muttered. "How do we stop them?"
"I do not know," Merlin admitted gravely. "Their power is beyond even mine. And they were exiled for a reason."
The Awakening
The world trembled. The sky above Camelot darkened, and the very earth beneath the citadel seemed to hum with the power of ancient forces. In the depths of the Citadel's vaults, ancient artifacts that had once been sealed away began to pulse with light.
Sirius Black, still struggling with his redemption, walked into the room, his face grim. "The magical fields are shifting. It's as though something is calling to us."
Jean Grey, her Phoenix powers flaring with a faint, unreadable pulse, joined them, her eyes scanning the horizon. "It's not just here. Across the multiverse, the Old Gods are awakening. Their magic is everywhere, like a storm approaching."
Luna Lovegood, standing silently at the edge of the room, spoke softly. "It's not just magic. It's fate. The Old Gods are the architects of fate itself. If they return, they will reset the balance of all things."
Merlin turned to Harry, his eyes filled with both respect and fear. "You must go to them, Harry. You are the only one who can stand against them now. The gods are powerless before them."
Harry's mind raced. The weight of the prophecy, the blood of gods flowing through his veins, had always meant something great. But this… this was something else. Something older than time itself.
"Where do I find them?" Harry asked, determination lining his words.
"In the Void," Merlin answered. "The space between worlds. It is the only place where the Old Gods reside now. But be warned—entering the Void is not a simple task. The journey will be perilous, and the cost could be great."
"I'll do it," Harry said, his voice filled with the resolve that had carried him through countless battles. "I have to stop them."
The Void
The air around Camelot crackled with energy as Harry prepared to step into the Void. His allies had gathered around him, offering their support, but they could not accompany him. This was his battle—one he had to face alone.
Loki appeared from the shadows, his form shimmering with a trickster's grin. "You truly think you can face them alone, Harry? The Old Gods are not so easily defeated. Even I would not dare challenge them."
Harry glanced at him but said nothing. He knew Loki's motives were never as pure as they seemed, but the god's words rang true. Still, he had no choice. He had to face the source of all creation's power.
With a wave of his hand, Merlin opened the rift to the Void. A swirling vortex of stars and dark energy stretched out before Harry, the gateway to the unknown.
"You are ready," Merlin said, his voice thick with emotion. "May your courage guide you, and may the multiverse be kind."
Without another word, Harry stepped into the Void.
The Void's Secrets
The Void was nothing like the worlds Harry had known. It was an endless expanse, an ocean of darkness and light, where time had no meaning and reality was malleable. The air itself was thick with the power of the Old Gods. As Harry floated in the center of the Void, he felt their presence—ancient, malevolent, yet strangely familiar.
From the shadows of the Void, they appeared.
The Old Gods—the first beings of creation—emerged from the blackness, their forms fluid and ever-changing. Some were monstrous, their features incomprehensible to mortal minds. Others took on the appearance of beings Harry could almost recognize—warriors, kings, and queens of a long-forgotten age.
The leader of the Old Gods stepped forward, its form shifting into something more humanoid, yet still alien in nature. Its voice rumbled like the sound of thunder across an endless sky.
"You, who dare enter the realm of creation, do you know what you seek?" the Old God asked, its eyes burning like twin suns. "You seek to challenge the very fabric of existence. To defy us."
Harry stood firm, his eyes blazing with the power of the multiverse. "I am the Guardian of the Multiverse. I will not let you destroy what we've built."
The Old God's laugh was like the breaking of a thousand worlds. "You think you are the guardian? You are but a shadow of the power that once ruled all. You are nothing but an ant in the face of creation itself."
The world around Harry seemed to distort, reality itself warping as the Old Gods bent the Void to their will. But Harry's resolve only strengthened. He had faced the darkness before. He had faced impossible odds and survived.
"You are wrong," Harry said, his voice ringing out. "I am the future. You are the past."
With that, he drew upon the deepest reserves of his power—the combined magic of the Deathly Hallows, the blood of Merlin, the strength of the Founders, and the gods who had chosen him. A storm of light erupted from Harry, filling the Void with brilliance.
The battle for the multiverse had begun.