The rift no longer hovered as a wound in the sky—it had spread, a jagged scar tearing across dimensions. Whole pieces of cities flickered in and out of existence: Gotham spliced with New York's skyline, Wakanda overlapped with Themyscira's shores, and even the ruins of Asgard bled into Metropolis. Reality itself was collapsing.
Superman hovered above the chaos, scanning with burning eyes. "If this keeps spreading, there will be no worlds left to save," he said grimly.
Thor gripped Mjolnir, thunder rumbling in answer. "Then we hold the line here, no matter the cost."
On the ground, Batman and Iron Man worked furiously to analyze the rift's fluctuations. Their scanners showed unstable energy patterns spiraling out of control. "This isn't just a doorway," Batman growled. "It's a countdown."
Darkseid advanced with Parademons at his side, Omega Beams cutting through rubble. Thanos raised his Gauntlet, reality warping in waves that folded streets into spirals of glass and steel. The two tyrants moved with purpose, pushing the heroes into retreat.
But the heroes refused to break. Wonder Woman and Valkyrie tore through Hela's undead soldiers, blades glowing with divine fury. Hulk and Doomsday slammed each other into collapsed skyscrapers, their battle a storm of fists and roars. Flash and Quicksilver raced through distortions, carrying civilians out of zones about to collapse into nothingness.
Above, Doctor Strange floated in meditation, struggling to weave stabilizing wards around the rift. Sweat poured down his face; each spell was like trying to hold back an ocean with his bare hands. "It's breaking faster than I can repair!" he shouted.
The heroes had won small victories, but now, the war was spreading across all realities. The multiverse was shattering—and every second, the odds of survival shrank.