GUARDIAN OF THE MARVEL REALM

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By the time Shen He received the notification from Yifang Pass's space-time cognition pulse, Loki had already vanished, extracted from the field despite Thor's intervention, which, while unsuccessful in capturing him, was not without consequence.

The God of Thunder, intercepted mid-mission by Nebula—adopted daughter of Thanos and clearly acting under direct orders—returned with his opponent in hand, her scorched, dismantled body testifying to the ferocity of their clash.

"Shen He, Loki escaped again," Thor said as he landed with weight enough to fracture stone, dragging Nebula's limp form by the neck; her mechanical body, ravaged by energy blasts and torn limb from limb, still emitted twitching pulses from severed wires and fractured joints, the smoke curling from her frame like a warning.

"I heard Yifang's report," Shen He replied, brushing stray strands of white hair from her eyes as her breath left her slowly. "For him to manipulate your will so precisely… was that staff an Asgardian relic?"

Thor's scowl deepened, his voice bitter with realization. "No. The moment he left Asgard unarmed, I should've known something was wrong. That scepter—Thanos gave it to him himself."

Lowering her gaze briefly to the cyborg now lying motionless within the Chaldean sigil beneath her feet, Shen He spoke with quiet urgency. "Then we brace for the worst. The Chaldean Vanguard is already assembled."

Even before she finished, the air behind her shimmered with light, forming figures in perfect combat formation—Qi Mu Nanxiong adjusting his glasses without expression, Jeanne d'Arc lowering her banner with solemn grace, the twin Ryougi Shikis standing shoulder to shoulder with kimono hems fluttering in unison, Violet cradling her blade as a shield, and Misaka Mikoto Alter tightening the gauntlet over her blazer, while Yifang Pass stood behind them, infinite vectors curling around his form like leashed storms.

All were clad in Chaldean compression robes, filament-lined and gleaming with circuitry—gear designed by Stark, enhanced with Attilan biomaterials, and interwoven with Academy City nanofibers, forming an alliance of science and sorcery suited for only one purpose: total planetary defense.

Even Thor, proud as he was, could no longer pretend this was a support team—they were clearly a strike force crafted to meet cosmic warfare head-on.

Still, he held on to the belief that a solution lay within reach.

"If we find Loki and reclaim the Cube, then once the Rainbow Bridge is restored, no foreign legion will ever breach Midgard again," he said with conviction.

But Shen He, shaking her head with quiet finality, gave voice to a harsher truth. "Earth can't keep hiding behind others. This is its trial by fire—our chrysalis."

Turning to Jeanne, her tone never rose but held the weight of command. "Scan the ether. If the Lord allows it, receive a vision."

Closing her eyes, Jeanne brought her hands together in prayer as a sacred wind gathered at her feet, swirling with quiet power, and in the next moment a vision ignited behind her eyelids—a serpentine machine-dragon weaving through a star-rift, and at its far end, their allies already bracing for war.

Eyes snapping open, her voice urgent but controlled, Jeanne spoke. "Commander. Loki's entered Stark Tower. He's activating something—or someone."

Before Shen He could answer, Thor's voice erupted across the comm-link, slicing through the calm like a thunderbolt.

"River, he's in my building!" he barked, overriding Jarvis's subsystem and forcing the tower's drone feed to flicker into the command ring's projection.

The live display showed a helicopter landing atop Stark Industries, a containment pod glowing with volatile energy, Loki standing beside it with calculated poise, flanked by SHIELD agents clearly under mind control and a visibly entranced Dr. Erik Selvig manipulating alien tech with disturbing ease.

Whatever plans had been laid, whatever foresight they believed they possessed, this was the true beginning of the war.

"Thor, suit up and clear the rooftop. We're en route," Shen He ordered, stepping onto the teleportation pad as her boots magnetized into place.

"Qi Mu, issue red-tier alerts. Coleson, Steve—initiate full Midtown evacuation. Push AR hazard visuals through every public interface. The age of shadows is over. Let the world watch."

No longer a game of clandestine heroes or hidden villains, this was war in its naked form—and Shen He intended to ensure it became the crucible from which global awareness would finally be forged.

As her voice faded, a flare of cosmic energy tore through Manhattan's skyline, and with grim recognition, Thor muttered, "Odin's bones," gripping Mjolnir until his knuckles whitened, then turning sharply and storming out with his cape flaring like a thundercloud torn from the horizon.

While he moved, the citizens below watched in confusion as light split the sky, awe melting swiftly into fear when the clouds ruptured and a spatial fracture expanded, releasing black drop-ships by the hundreds—then thousands.

The sound of charging plasma cannons, soon followed by the roar of bombardment, filled the air as the first explosions lit the rooftops, shattering glass, buckling roads, and engulfing streets in fire.

Within moments, what had seemed unreal became vividly tangible, and when flames rose at their feet, the dream became a nightmare.

"Jarvis, activate all suits in the Foundry," Tony ordered coolly. "Then hijack every screen, every radio frequency, every public terminal—everything."

Thor stood beside him, not panicked but resolved, his silence carrying the weight of a warrior who had already accepted the cost.

With mechanical precision, the AI obeyed, launching sleek white-and-blue armors from the factory core as workers barely had time to register the deafening alarms sweeping through the boroughs, growing louder with every passing second.

Across Queens, Klublin, the Bronx, and Manhattan, emergency broadcasts replaced programming; public displays, smartphones, ad banners—all now streamed the same footage: a yawning rift pouring alien warships into New York while Iron Man and Chaldea battled in the upper void.

Shen He's voice, amplified by psionic resonance, broke across the city like a spear through fog.

"This is not a simulation. Stark is deployed. Chaldea has entered the field. Citizens—evacuate in order. Captain Rogers will lead you. This is war, and we Chaldeans swear—we will stand and fall with humanity."

As the last words rang out, hesitation cracked and fell away.

The city moved.

From sidewalks to skyscrapers, from subway stations to corporate offices, the wave of panic became kinetic, sweeping across all five boroughs as instinct replaced rationality and fear overrode social order.

Just as the chaos peaked, another voice broke through.

"Citizens. This is Steve Rogers."

Clear, calm, and unmistakable, the voice of Captain America cut through the noise, and across a million screens, he appeared—iconic uniform, shield strapped, eyes steady.

"I know you're afraid. I was, too. The first time war came, we all wanted to run. But if husbands flee, who will shield their wives? If fathers hide, who protects the children? If soldiers turn away—who stands in their place?"

His words, simple but unyielding, slowed the tide, giving shape to panic and reminding the city of courage that had once saved a world.

"We stand together," he continued. "The rift is contained. Only one entry. If you're outside Manhattan, stay put and follow emergency alerts. If you're close to the portal, go underground. Power grids are stable—use them. Move fast. Move smart."

In the Quinjet, Shen He gave a small nod—this battle could still be contained.

"No motherships yet. No planetary bombardment. We have a chance," she muttered.

"Comm request from Guardian Spider-Man," Jarvis interrupted.

"Patch him."

"Sir?" Peter Parker's voice wavered. "Are they real? Do you need me?"

Shen He's response came without pause. "Are you ready to tell your aunt and uncle who you are? If not, stay a student. Evacuate with them."

Silence stretched, heavy and unresolved.

"Decide fast. We're dropping in."

Outside, flames stained the skyline orange as alien skimmers and Stark armors dueled above collapsing buildings, lightning flashing where Thor engaged his brother once more.

"Master," Joan whispered.

Around Shen He, the warriors stood poised.

"I'll carve the encirclement," he said. "Qi Mu, Violet—take the flanks. Kill anything that breaks through. No hesitation."

"They're no longer people," Qi Mu replied flatly. "Just corrupted constructs. Kill like dungeon mobs."

"Good. Yifang, Mikoto—you clear the vanguard. Joan, you're with me. Tony may need backup. Now—go."

With that command, space twisted.

Qi Mu triggered the warp field, dropping them into the center of chaos, where the alien swarm rose in formation, weapons drawn and charged.

Shen He's gaze didn't waver.

"Evil-Ridden."

His dagger gleamed. In an instant, his Teigu-scale armor snapped into place, Level 40 and rising, bone-plated and cruelly elegant, wrapping him in kinetic menace.

Violet and Qi Mu soared upward in synchronized arcs, IS propulsion trailing red streaks. Violet's cannons ignited the skyline, her suspended "Air Cracks" cutting through alien ships in precise, brutal arcs.

Yifang and Mikoto flanked below, racing rooftop to rooftop in surges of gravitational collapse and antimatter discharge.

Shen He stood motionless in the carnage, but his mind cataloged every wound, every scream, every broken body.

This wasn't theory or training—it was his war, his burden.

Breathing out slowly, he launched forward.

Mounting a descending alien craft, he speared its pilot through the skull, seized the controls, and drove it toward the tower's rooftop like a missile.

Joan dropped below to aid the innocent, while the Ryougi Shikis swept to either side, moving with daggers drawn and shadows swirling.

"Loki!"

Spotting the rooftop battle, Shen He saw Thor swinging Mjolnir in burning arcs while Loki, ever-smirking, refused to yield—until Shen He dropped from the sky.

His spear didn't pierce—it slammed, blunt-end first, into Loki's chest, cracking ribs and forcing a scream from the trickster god.

Landing with precision, Shen He's eyes locked on the scepter.

"Thor, the gate—"

"Unstable—I can't shut it!"

Ignoring him, Shen He ripped the Mind Scepter from Loki's hand, pulsed its psionic key, and activated the Chaldean failsafe embedded in Stark Tower.

A golden portal erupted open.

Without ceremony, he hurled Loki into the breach.

"Stay there."

And with a flick of will, he slammed it shut.

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