New York City. 2:17 a.m. The first sign was the silence. Every streetlight in Manhattan flickered out at once. Traffic stopped. Phones died. Even the neon lights in Times Square vanished, leaving millions of people staring into a darkness that seemed to swallow the stars themselves. Then the sky split open. A colossal black doorway appeared above the city, surrounded by three moons that did not belong to Earth's sky. Strange symbols burned across its edges, and a sound like thousands of whispering voices rolled through the streets. At the center of it stood a woman. She wore ancient armor of blackened silver and gold, layered beneath long, flowing ivory capes that moved despite the absence of wind. Her burgundy curls fell down her back. Chains decorated with tiny moons and stars hung from her crown. Her eyes were completely white. No irises. No pupils. Only light. She raised one hand, and every window on the block shattered outward. Then she spoke a single word. “Awaken.” The pavement split. Shadows rose from beneath the streets, twisting into enormous creatures with skeletal limbs and burning eyes. They began moving toward the city center. And the Avengers arrived.
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