Madara descended rubble-slopes—pulse-beat silent beneath Gunbai's hum. Valley's End merged chaos: phantom Chitauri wreckage draped across Konoha-styled tenements. Smell told tales—burnt circuitry undercutting ozone… decaying flesh beneath sakura blossoms. Rinnegan scanned deeper: molecular decay patterns like claw-marks on spacetime. Twelve blocks northeast—structural integrity fracture. Resonant void. Echoes… of life? He inhaled dust. Iron. Salt. Blood. Survival demanded salvage.
A precariously leaning Stark Tower fragment—adorned with a Phantom Liberty poster plastered over Uchiha fan graffiti—shadowed his path. Below, beneath pancaked floors… whimpering. Rinnegan pierced rebar-snarled darkness: bio-signature—adolescent male. Trapped pelvis-down beneath neutronium alloy beam. Spider-web cracks radiated from impact-point… stench of gangrene overwhelming. Madara halted—boots crunching fused glass. Gunbai tip tapped concrete—gravitic ripple. Dust fell like gray snow. ***"Child."*** Voice colder than Siberian borehole. ***"Breathe."***
The rubble shifted—teen gasped—mask-lenses wide with panicked-white. ***"Who—?"*** Voice cracked Brooklyn-bright beneath modulator-static. ***"Stay back! Mr. Stark said unstable chakra-zones—"*** Madara's Rinnegan pulsed—silencing tech-babble—as Amaterasu's black flame bloomed… not destructive. Surgical. Sealing septic veins… cauterizing necrotic flesh… sublimating alloy beam to vapor inches from trapped femur. Spider-Legs thrashed—***"AGH! Hot—!"***—before freezing. Beam gone. Pressure vanished. Barnes' neural-alert pinged Madara's cortex—*Adrenaline crash imminent*. Madara's hand shot forward—not touch—gravitic field suspending the teen mid-collapse. ***"Peter Parker,"*** Madara stated—Rinnegan absorbing Stark-dossiers from fractured datastreams. ***"Breathe… or perish."*** Survival demanded resilience.
Peter's lenses flickered—focus snapping to Madara's cosmic gaze—then the Manhattan-Konoha skyline bleeding Sakura petals through alien wreckage. ***"You're… him. The War God."*** Vibranium fingers clenched—Barnes descending silently behind Madara—scanner-lit StarkPad tracking Parker's spiking cortisol. Peter swallowed—bloodied palm lifting weakly… electrostatic chakra sparking blue between fingers. ***"My suit… it glitched when reality cracked… then…***" Madara cut him off—Gunbai gesturing to gangrened leg—flayed open by Amaterasu's precision. ***"Your body glitched first."*** Parker paled—scan-lines confirming: necrosis reversed… muscle fibers knitting under violet-chakra infusion. Adaptation manifested.
Above—Stark descended—armor humming repaired power—holos projecting triage protocols. ***"Underoos! Status—?"*** Peter flinched—web-shooters sparking erratic gold—***"Mr. Stark! He… burned me… fixed me?"*** Stark's scan-beam bathed the regenerated tissue—reactor pulsing frantic cobalt. ***"Quantum-locked cellular reconstruction? Impossible without—"*** Madara's gaze sliced through him: ***"His chakra coil ignited mid-trauma."*** Rinnegan locked onto Peter's trembling palm—lightning flickers stabilizing cobalt-bright. ***"Panic… fused latent potential."*** Hashirama arrived—roots cushioning Peter's weight—cedar scent thick with relief. ***"Survival instinct… awakening power,"*** the Hokage murmured—moss-green chakra soothing torn nerves. Chains of command rewoven.
Madara turned—coat swirling gravitic ash—Rinnegan piercing deeper ruins. ***"Assess your asset, Stark,"*** he commanded, voice colder than cryo-stasis. ***"Then deploy him."*** Peter shuddered—standing on regenerated leg—web-fluid dripping electrostatic blue. ***"Deploy… where?"*** Barnes' vibranium fist clenched—scanner overlays projecting Parker's bio-signature: *Neurological integration accelerating*. Stark inhaled ozone—holos shifting to seismic readings—twelve-block fracture pulsing void-black. ***"Where else, kid?"*** Tony's gauntlet jabbed toward the resonant abyss—armor humming with fresh hell-forged power. ***"Down the rabbit hole."*** Adaptation demanded descent. Madara's Gunbai tilted—tip carving gravitic sigils—toward oblivion's throat. ***"Follow."*****
Peter stumbled—spider-sense screaming fractal dissonance—as fused ground buckled beneath Sakura-petaled asphalt. Vibranium fingers steadied him—Barnes' neural-scanner flashing warnings: *Psionic residue contaminating molecular substrate.* ***"It's not gravitational,"*** Bucky rasped—glacial eyes scanning shifting debris—***"it's… hungry."*** Stark plunged probes—carbonadium tips vaporizing mid-descent—holos spitting corrupted glyphs. Madara halted—boots grinding interdimensional scree—Rinnegan peeling spacetime like rotten rind. Void-light bled through: spectral Chitauri husks melted with Zetsu-black vines… consuming bedrock. ***"Parasitic decay,"*** Madara's voice echoed gravitic fury—***"Zetsu's final gift."*** Reality's wound festered.
Hashirama roared—roots spearing downward—ancient cedar scent warring with necrotic rot. Wood slammed void-barrier—splintering instantly. ***"Impenetrable!"*** Hashirama gasped—sap-bloodied palms weaving Mokuton seals—but barrier drank chakra like poisoned ink. ***"Not impenetrable,"*** Madara corrected—Rinnegan spiraling violet—***"digestive."*** Gunbai swung—crimson Uchiha fan-blade igniting Amaterasu-black flames. Hellfire kissed void-wall—not destruction… fusion. Barrier membrane bulged—screaming psi-static—foetid breath exhaling across their faces. Peter gagged—spider-lenses darkening—***"It smells like… burnt birthday cake… and graves…"*** Barnes' scanner confirmed: *Psychosomatic resonance inducing nausea*. Stark's reactor flared—filtering systems overloaded—***"Kid's not wrong!"*** Survival demanded purification.
Madara's palm slammed the barrier—gravity singularity imploding spacetime where Amaterasu burned. The membrane tore—sickly-yellow ichor erupting—revealing a calcified cavern beyond: million-year Leviathan vertebrae fused with petrified Hashirama-vines… and glossy black spores flowering like tumors. Peter's electrostatic chakra surged—involuntarily—blue arcs lashing spores… incinerating them instantly. ***"Whoa!"*** Parker gasped—glowing palm trembling. ***"Did I—?"*** Madara stepped through viscous rift—obsidian armor dripping Zetsu-ichor. ***"Adaptation recognized,"*** he declared—Gunbai aimed deeper into organic sepulcher—***"Now cleanse this tomb."*** Oblivion awaited consumption.
Barnes' scanner screamed—spider-chakra resonance amplified as spores detonated—pulsar-bright flashes shredding necrotic roots tenfold faster than Hashirama's Mokuton. ***"Kid's nuke-rad,"*** Bucky growled—charging forward—vibranium fist pulsing electrostatic shockwave against encroaching tendrils. Stark ducked—repulsors vaporizing spore-clouds—holos projecting Parker's bio-signature: *Chakra-coils stabilizing… synaptic efficiency +220%*. Tony grinned—armor scorched but humming—***"Attaboy, Underoos! Voltage spike here—!"*** Peter webbed Stark's coordinates—lightning-chakra channeled through silk—frying a nest of pulsing black buds. Chains forged anew.
Madara halted—boots sinking in ankle-deep Zetsu sludge—Rinnegan piercing the cavern's heart. Where textbook physics frayed? Gravity inverted. Ceiling dripped—no—ascended into fractal oblivion while the floor arched steeply upward. At the apex? A throbbing tumor—obsidian flesh fused with Leviathan bone—radiating timelines like rotten roots. Stark's sensors choked—quantum decay signatures bleeding through corrupted HUD. Hashirama gasped—roots shriveling near its aura: ***"It consumes space itself—"*** Madara's Gunbai slammed sludge—ripples freezing decay for three heartbeats. ***"Correction. *He* consumes it."*** Rinnegan zoomed—past tumor-flesh—to the silhouette embedded within: humanoid… armored… crowned with jagged horns. ***"Thanos."***
Barnes froze—metal finger triggering neural-suppression protocol—memories flooding: torture-chairs… purple gaze… ***"He's juicing on Zetsu's leftovers?"*** Madara's coat flared—gravitic dust swirling to avoid the tumor's pull. ***"Symbiosis. Zetsu's essence stabilized his atomic decay post-Snap."*** Stark's repulsor flickered—reactor pulsing frantic cobalt as reality-fluid sloshed against his boots. ***"Great—cosmic cancer with daddy issues!"*** Peter's spider-sense shrieked—lenses darkening completely—***"He's waking—!"*** The tumor pulsed—flesh peeling back—revealing Thanos' eye snapping open. Not soul-gem yellow. *Zetsu-black*. Void-light bled outward—gravity twisting Stark's alloy plates into pretzels. Chains snapped.
Madara raised his hand—palm open—not toward Thanos, but the bleeding sky. Rinnegan bled crimson—chakra vortex erupting—sucking splintered Leviathans, shattered skyscrapers, entire mountain ranges from fused horizons into a swirling maelstrom above them. ***"No,"*** Thanos-Zetsu's voice scraped—timelines fracturing with each syllable—***"your petty asteroids—"*** Madara ignored him—fist clenching—as the debris-sphere compressed… denser… hotter… *smaller than a quark*. Stark staggered—grav-lock tearing armor seams—***"He's not summoning a meteor—!"*** Hashirama roared—Mokuton roots shield-caging Parker-Barnes-Stark—***"He's forging a singularity!"*** Madara's eyes locked on Thanos—obsidian pupil reflecting collapsing stars. ***"Planetary Devastation."*** His open palm slammed downward—singularity cannonballing—not at Thanos… but the tumor-fused bedrock beneath him. ***"Die anchored to filth."***
All sound died. Light bent backward. Then—impact. The singularity kissed Manhattan-Konoha fusion-rock—and silence became sound. Subatomic particles screamed as continental plates vaporized—not explosively, but implosively—sucking Thanos-Zetsu's throne, Zetsu's roots, six city blocks of reality straight into a gravitational tomb smaller than a atom's heart. Air rushed inward—howling—filling the sudden continental sinkhole where Fifth Avenue once bled. Madara stood—unmoved—coat swirling in the aftershock winds… staring into the perfect spherical abyss where Thanos—and Manhattan—used to be. ***"Cleanup concluded."*** Dust settled. Sakura petals drifted into the void. Oblivion yawned.
Above—the sky wept tectonic ash. Below—the void hummed with contained entropy. Stark's reactor flickered—weak cobalt against sudden cosmic quiet. ***"...you just deleted downtown."*** Barnes scanned the crater's edge—vibranium fingers tracing perfect curvature: ***"No debris. No radiation. Just… vacuum."*** Hashirama's roots trembled—probing the abyss—cedar scent drowned in ozone. ***"The land… it's gone. Not destroyed. *Unmade*."*** Peter's lenses focused—electrostatic chakra sputtering blue confusion—***"But… the people…?"*** Madara turned—Rinnegan dimming to cold embers—gaze sweeping their stunned faces. ***"Sacrifices were calculated."*** Stark's gauntlet slammed fused earth—sparks scattering like dying stars—***"Calculated?! Thousands—!"*** Madara's Gunbai tilted—tip carving gravitic sigils toward the void's far rim… where flickering chakra signatures pulsed like trapped fireflies. ***"Not deceased. *Displaced*."*** Survival demanded relocation.
Dust swirled—settling on Stark's cracked pauldron—as Madara's footstep *crunched*. Not earth. *Paper.* Stark recoiled—holos projecting fractal geometry: Konoha's Scroll Room archives… folded through spacetime… embedded beneath their boots. ***"You—?"*** Tony choked—scan beams illuminating vanished skyscrapers rendered in Minato's fuinjutsu script across the crater's floor. ***"You mapped Manhattan… into a goddamn sealing scroll?!"*** Madara's obsidian coat billowed—silent affirmation. **"Do you think so little of me,"** his voice cut the silence—sharp as Mangekyō's edge—***"that you believed I would annihilate without contingency?"*** Rinnegan ignited—projecting spectral holograms: civilians frozen mid-scream within stasis-bubbles… Thanos-Zetsu's tumor suspended in recursive spacetime loops… Fifth Avenue's ghost preserved pixel-perfect inside Hashirama's anchored scroll. **"Oblivion was never the objective. Containment was."** Peter's breath hitched—web-fluid dripping cobalt realization: ***"You didn't kill them… you filed them."*** Adaptation manifested archives.
Stark staggered—armor diagnostics screaming—as reality's weight pressed inward. ***"But… the singularity… the vaporized rock—"*** Madara's palm opened—Amaterasu's flame licking upward—not destruction, but revelation. Black fire illuminated floating fragments—granite, steel, neutronium alloy—drifting like asteroids in the crater's anti-gravity field. ***"Matter conservation,"*** Madara declared—Rinnegan rings spinning—***"requires reassembly."*** His fingers flexed—cosmic strings plucked—debris spiraling into fractal patterns: Chrysler Building gargoyles reforming beside Uchiha stone lions. Barnes' scanner buzzed—***"Atomic recombination in progress… but the energy cost—"*** Madara's obsidian coat flared—gravitic dust swirling into Sakura petals—***"—is irrelevant. Planetary Devastation was never deletion."*** Footsteps echoed through the void—Stark's repulsors dimmed—as Madara turned his glacial gaze upon them. ***"Trust me."*** His voice cracked spacetime—each syllable weighted with celestial finality: ***"If annihilation was my intent? None of you would stand here."***
Peter's spider-sense flatlined—pure awe silencing instinct—as Fifth Avenue's ghost materialized inch by pixel-perfect inch beneath vibrating webs. Hashirama exhaled—cedar roots unfurling into reborn soil—***"The Scroll's algorithm… it's executing through *him*?"*** Madara didn't blink—Rinnegan whirling faster—New York's skyline stitching itself against bleeding horizons. Stark scanned recomposing bedrock—holomaps overlaying Minato's fuinjutsu matrices with Stark Industries arc-reactor schematics. ***"You rerouted the singularity's gravitational torque… into a damn matter printer?"*** A Leviathan rib snapped upright—Chitauri flesh regenerating around it—as Madara's Gunbai swept downward. ***"Reassembly requires precision."*** His palm clenched—Thanos-Zetsu's frozen tumor-scream crystallizing mid-vapor—***Not annihilation. Containment.***
Barnes' vibranium fist uncurled—slowly—neural scanner confirming: civilians suspended in stasis-bubbles blinked mid-step along Fifth Avenue's reborn sidewalks. Peter's electrostatic webs thrummed against vibrating asphalt, stabilizing fractured storefronts as Stark's armor diagnostics screamed gravitational flux overload. Madara's Rinnegan bled violet light—a cosmic loom weaving concrete, steel, and alien alloy back into Chrysler Building spires. **"Reassembly requires sacrifice,"** his voice scraped bedrock calm—Gunbai pulsing with contained singularity torque. ***"Not theirs."***
Above the reborn skyline, reality shivered. Zetsu's viscous shadow oozed from a fracture—a tumorous smear against Saturn's rings, leaching entropy from Thanos-Zetsu's contained scream. It laughed—wet, guttural—vibrations liquefying half-regenerated pavement. ***"Fool! You preserved my masterpiece!***" Stark's repulsors flared defensive—***"It's feeding on the containment field—!"*** Hashirama's roots lashed upward, cedar scent sharp with panic—but Zetsu's essence flowed *through* them, corroding Mokuton into necrotic pulp. Peter's spider-sense shrieked—lenses crackling static—***"It's in the gravity waves—!"***
Madara's obsidian coat billowed—no wind in the vacuum-silence. Rinnegan rings contracted, pinpricking Zetsu's smeared form across dimensional layers: Hydra's ice in Barnes' veins, Leviathan amniotic fluid, Thanos' snapped gauntlet marrow. ***"Parasite,"*** Madara murmured—a surgeon naming cancer. His palm lifted—not toward Zetsu, but the crumbling stars beyond. Gravity bent—shattered moons, nebula dust, dying suns spiraling into his grasp. **_"You desecrate existence itself."_** Amaterasu ignited—black flames swallowing celestial debris—forging a micro-singularity darker than oblivion's heart.
**"But I will make an exception..."** Madara's grin split—a predator's crescent moon edged with dying starlight. Gunbai swung downward—singularity cannonballing—not at Zetsu, but the fundamental forces binding it. ***"...for you."*** Shinra Tensei detonated—full power. No wave. A *fist* of compressed reality hammering Zetsu's essence across spacetime. Stone didn't shatter. Space *screamed*. Zetsu's laugh strangled—twisted into a wet crunch—as gravitational shears tore its existence molecule from molecule, neuron from neuron, scream from scream. Silence fell—heavy with vaporized void-flesh and the copper-tang of murdered entropy. Madara lowered his Gunbai. Ash drifted like funeral pollen. **"Rot forgotten."**
Madara slid the Gunbai onto his back—obsidian wood clicking against Uchiha plate armor—the sound unnaturally loud in Manhattan's restored silence. Fifth Avenue gleamed beneath reconstituted moonlight, Chrysler Building gargoyles frozen mid-snarl beside Uchiha stone lions. He took three deliberate steps toward the spectral Konoha gate shimmering beside Grand Central's clock tower—ash-caked boots sinking into perfectly recomposed asphalt. Then halted. Didn't turn. Merely tilted his head—Rinnegan pulsing once—violet light bleeding across Barnes' clenched vibranium fist, Stark's flickering reactor, Peter's trembling web-shooters, Hashirama's sap-stained palms. Each syllable landed like a meteor strike: ***"What you have witnessed here..."***
***"...is less than one percent..."*** Wind whipped Madara's coat—moonlight catching the Gunbai's crimson fan-blade—casting elongated shadows that swallowed entire blocks. ***"...of my power."*** Stark's helmet retracted—Tony's face pale beneath arc-reactor glare—as Madara's glacial voice continued, resonating with absolute, cosmic finality: ***"So heed this singular warning..."*** Rinnegan rings dilated—reflecting their stunned faces infinitely—across fractal dimensions. ***"Never entertain the delusion..."***
***"...that should we become enemies..."*** Madara pivoted—finally meeting their gazes—eyes colder than galactic voids. ***"...I will spare you."*** Obsidian dust swirled—coalescing into Sakura petals—as his voice cracked spacetime like brittle ice: ***"I will not."*** Then he walked—boots echoing through resurrected silence—toward Konoha's shimmering gate. Vanished. Only gravity lingered—heavy. Absolute. Terrifying. Oblivion's architect strode away.