Wind follows the tiger!
Dragons rise from clouds!
With a thunderous roar that shook the Salisbury Plain, a colossal crimson fire dragon burst forth from Hawk's broad back, soaring into the skies above Stonehenge.
Boom!
The thick storm clouds overhead turned blood-red as the blazing dragon pierced through them, igniting the heavens in flame.
In his Cosmos, the Phoenix's heart blazed. Stars wheeled rapidly, and from them, Hawk briefly reformed the constellation he had once held—the Dragon.
But now, the Dragon's core—its "unyielding might" and "guardian's shield"—was forever beyond him.
Not because he did not want it.
Because he could not.
Though in theory he could wield any constellation, he had already chosen.
Phoenix.
And the Phoenix had chosen him. Long before he had touched the Sixth Sense, long before he had even glimpsed the Ninth, it had given him its core powers—Immortality and Rebirth.
So he answered in kind.
He transformed his Cosmos into the Phoenix Cosmos. In the future, when fully manifest, the Phoenix Galaxy would not just be a star system—it would rival Asgard itself, a parallel universe with the Phoenix as its eternal axis.
That did not mean Hawk could not channel other constellations. It only meant that all others—even the Twelve Golds—would exist beneath Phoenix's supremacy.
And now—
The Dragon's shadow, normally emerald, burned scarlet beneath the Phoenix's fire.
When the crimson dragon vanished into the clouds, Hawk's aura erupted outward.
Stones levitated, the air shrieked under pressure, space itself groaned.
He grounded his feet, assuming the classic stance—
Left arm forward, hand open.
Right fist pulled to his waist, coiled like a drawn bowstring.
The burning air gathered behind him, shaping into a towering humanoid figure twice his height.
"Rozan…"
His voice rumbled low. Cosmos surged like a flood, pouring into his drawn-back fist.
Above, the fire dragon lowered its head, awaiting command.
"Rising Dragon Fist!"
He struck.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The crimson dragon dove, entwining with the phantom at his back. Together they roared, surging from his fist like an unstoppable tide.
The earth cracked open in its wake, a vast chasm splitting the plain.
Malekith, still staggering from Hawk's earlier blow, looked up to see the dragon consume his vision. His pupils shrank in terror.
"No—"
Boom!
The dragon swallowed him whole, barreling onward, its path aimed directly at Stonehenge.
"Holy—!"
Peter's spider-sense shrieked. Sweat bristled across his body as he shot webs skyward and swung away from the monoliths as fast as he could.
The dragon struck.
No fiery explosion. No blinding light. Only its roar, as the ancient stones dissolved into ash before its flames.
And with them—Malekith, burned out of existence.
Thud.
The fire dragon dissipated, and Hawk's immense power collapsed. Knees buckling, he crashed down onto the grass, breath ragged.
"Thor!"
Jane Foster sprinted from the SUVs, calling out. "Doctor said if we held Malekith for eight minutes, the Convergence would collapse—wait… where is he?"
She froze. Before her eyes stretched a vast, smoking fissure across the plain. Malekith was gone.
And Hawk was on his knees, drained to the bone.
Peter started forward. "Hawk!"
Thor yanked him back. "Wait—look."
From the air above the chasm, the Aether writhed into being once more, dark red and alive, twisting unnaturally as it surged straight into Hawk's body.
In an instant, the Convergence's scattered Aether fully merged within him.
The Reality Stone—complete.
Boom!
In his Cosmos, the Phoenix's heart cried out, igniting chaos itself. Scarlet flames devoured the void, scorching the Aether into submission.
The writhing fluid fought, but under Phoenix fire, it solidified—shaping into two dark red gems, liquid swirling inside them.
But even those were eclipsed as the Phoenix's shadow descended, vast and eternal, its eyes glowing where the twin gems shone as its pupils.
The Phoenix spread its wings.
Flames surged outward, burning away chaos, birthing stars and galaxies in their place.
Hawk's Cosmos reawakened, brighter, older, mightier.
His eyes snapped open once more.
Flame surged within, golden light now spilling from the center of his pupils until both eyes blazed—one sapphire, one molten gold.
His Cosmos had changed.
The Phoenix rose anew, crowning him.
At last—
A true Silver Saint.
In name, in power, in Cosmos.
…
(End of Chapter)
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