The sky tore open like paper.
Above Khan's fortress, reality split into jagged wounds that revealed the hungry void beyond. Cracks spread outward from a central point, and through those gaps, something vast and patient watched with ancient eyes.
"Time-Eater," Blink whispered, her face pale with recognition. "It's manifesting."
Dean felt the Tallus burning against his wrist, its familiar weight suddenly foreign and urgent. The device pulsed with desperate energy, casting red light across the apocalyptic landscape. When he looked down, new text scrolled across its surface:
[TARGET: KAMALA KHAN (EARTH-81111)] [EXILE ELIGIBLE] [TIMELINE COLLAPSE IMMINENT] [EXTRACTION REQUIRED]
"No," Khan said, seeing their expressions change. She raised her weapon. "Whatever you're thinking—no."
"Kamala—" Blink started.
"My name is Khan. And I'm not going anywhere."
Around them, Khan's people were pointing at the sky, voices rising in panic. The cracks were spreading, and where they touched the ground, things simply... stopped existing. A watchtower vanished mid-sentence from a radio report. Part of the medical tent folded into nothingness, leaving Rodriguez shouting into empty air.
"Ma'am," Marcus called out, his voice tight with fear. "Whatever this is, it's accelerating. We need to evacuate—"
"Where?" Khan snapped. "Where exactly do we run from the sky falling?"
The Tallus pulsed again, more insistently. Dean felt it pulling at him, the same dimensional tug he'd learned to recognize. But this time was different. This time it felt desperate.
"The device is trying to save you," Dean said, holding up his wrist. "All of you. It's saying you're eligible for—"
"For what? To abandon my people?" Khan's eyes blazed. "To leave them to die while I run off to play interdimensional hero?"
"To survive," Blink said quietly. "So, you can keep fighting."
"I fight here. For them." Khan gestured to her people, who were now openly staring at the spreading cracks in reality. "This is my world. These are my people. I don't abandon them."
A child screamed as her mother dissolved into static mid-hug. The little girl stood alone, reaching for arms that no longer existed. Khan moved toward her, but the Tallus on Dean's wrist suddenly blazed with blinding light.
[AUTOMATED EXTRACTION INITIATED] [TIMELINE CRITICAL] [OVERRIDE ENGAGED]
"No!" Khan shouted, but reality was already bending around her. The same dimensional distortion that had brought the Exiles here was now pulling her away. "I won't leave them!"
Blink stepped forward, her own powers crackling in response to the Tallus's energy. For a moment, Dean thought she might fight it—help Khan resist the extraction. Instead, she did something harder.
She told the truth.
"I knew you," Blink said, her voice carrying over the sound of reality tearing itself apart. "Your other self. She was... bright. Hopeful. She believed in heroes and happy endings."
Khan struggled against the dimensional pull, her feet skidding across the ground. "She died with my world."
"No," Blink shook her head. "She's still in there. Buried under all that pain, but still there. The girl who wanted to save everyone—she's the reason you built all this. The reason you fought so hard to protect them."
Around them, Khan's people were dissolving one by one. Marcus reached out toward his commander, but his hand passed through empty air where his torso used to be. The medic Sarah simply smiled sadly and saluted before fading into nothingness.
"They're gone," Blink said gently. "They're all gone. But you're not. You can still fight. You can still save people."
Khan stopped struggling. She looked around at the empty spaces where her community had been, at the cracks consuming her world piece by piece. Her weapon fell from nerveless fingers.
"What's the point?" she whispered. "What's the point of surviving if everyone you're supposed to protect dies?"
"Because someone has to remember them," Dean said. "Someone has to carry their story forward."
The last of Khan's people—a young engineer who'd been working on their defenses—gave her a thumbs up as he dissolved. "Keep fighting, boss," he called out, his voice fading with his form. "Keep fighting for all of us."
Khan closed her eyes, tears streaming down her scarred face. When she opened them again, something had shifted. Not hope—she was too broken for that—but a grim acceptance.
"I'll remember," she said. "I'll remember all of them."
The Tallus completed its work, pulling her through dimensions just as the last of Earth-81111 collapsed into the void. The Time-Eater's hunger was satisfied, for now.
Back in the Crystal Palace's observatory, Khan materialized and immediately tried to punch Blink in the face.
Blink dodged easily, having expected the reaction. Khan's second swing was faster, more precise—the muscle memory of someone who'd been fighting for survival every day for years. This one connected, sending Blink stumbling backward.
"You think you saved me?" Khan snarled. "You think ripping me away from my people is some kind of rescue?"
"I think you're alive," Blink replied, wiping blood from her lip. "And being alive means, you can still make a difference."
"For who? Everyone I cared about is dead. My husband, my daughter, my people—all gone while I'm here in your castle playing games."
Dean stepped between them carefully. "We're not playing games. We're trying to fix broken worlds. Worlds like yours."
Khan laughed bitterly. "Fix them? Where were you three years ago when Sabretooth carved through my sector? Where were you when the Sentinels started their systematic extermination campaigns? Where were you when the Inhumans declared war on the mutants and left people like me caught in the crossfire?"
"We were somewhere else," Blink admitted. "Fighting other battles. Saving other worlds. That's how this works—we can't be everywhere at once."
"Then your system is broken."
"Yeah," Blink nodded. "It is. But it's still the only system we have."
Khan stood there, rage and grief warring across her features. Finally, she turned away from both of them and walked to the large window overlooking the blue are of the moon.
"Your world," she said without turning around. "The Sabretooth you know. What's he like?"
Blink hesitated. "Complicated. Dangerous. But... he was never just a monster. He saved my life more times than I can count."
"The one who killed my family was nothing but a monster."
"I know. And I'm sorry."
Khan's reflection in the window showed a woman hollowed out by loss but not yet broken. "You said I could still fight. Still save people."
"If you want to."
"I don't know what I want anymore. Everything I wanted died with them." Khan's voice was barely above a whisper. "But I know what they would want. They'd want me to keep fighting. To keep protecting people who can't protect themselves."
She turned back to face them. "So that's what I'll do. Not because I have hope. Not because I believe in happy endings. But because someone has to stand between the monsters and the innocent. Someone has to be the monster that other monsters fear."
Dean felt the Tallus pulse against his wrist—a new mission incoming. He glanced at the readout:
[MISSION ACQUIRED][DESTINATION: EARTH-18651][THREAT LEVEL: EXTREME][TEAM DEPLOYMENT REQUIRED]
"Looks like we'll find out what kind of monster you are soon enough," he said, showing them the display.
Khan nodded grimly. "Good. I've got a lot of anger to work through."
Blink watched her carefully. This wasn't the bright, hopeful Kamala she'd known from another timeline. This was something harder, forged in loss and tempered by necessity. But underneath the scars and the rage, she could still see traces of the girl who'd wanted to save everyone.
Maybe that would be enough.
Maybe it would have to be.
"We didn't save her," Dean said quietly as Khan walked away to find quarters in the Palace. "Did we?"
"No," Blink replied, still watching Khan's retreating form. "We didn't save her. We salvaged her. Pulled her from the wreckage of her world before it dragged her down too."
"And now?"
"Now we help her find something worth living for again. Something beyond just revenge and survival."
Dean checked his Status, but it felt hollow somehow
[Karmic Battery: +25 Units]
[Action: Risked personal harm to protect Potential Exile]
[Total Charge: +25/100 (Tier-0)]
Khan was right about one thing: the system was broken.
But it was still the only system they had.
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