Marvel: Death Knight

A vast, overwhelming horde of undead surrounded the Celestials. Combat in the vacuum of space posed certain challenges, but the undead had no need for air and did not fear the cold, so their effectiveness remained largely intact.

A wave of energy swept across the battlefield, reducing a massive swath of Scourge minions to scattered bones.

Arishem let out a disdainful, guttural chuckle. "No matter how many cannon fodder you bring, they are still just that—cannon fodder. Surrender, human."

With a sweep of his hand, the Celestials launched their charge. Against the overwhelming tide of the undead, they remained fearless, cutting down swathes of enemies with each swing of their weapons, undeterred by the dark magic assailing them.

Garus stood at the forefront, leading the Scourge commanders. Behind them, a swirling gray spatial rift remained open, stabilized by a circle of lich sorcerers raising their hands in unison, their necromantic energies sustaining the portal. More undead emerged ceaselessly from its depths.

They must not be allowed to reach the portal!

Every warrior who attempted to advance was swiftly intercepted.

Observing this, Death herself was taken aback. Her consciousness extended toward the portal, only to be repelled by an unknown energy, rendering her incapable of perceiving what lay beyond.

On the other side of the battlefield, Eternity faced the same predicament. He, too, was unable to sense the world beyond the rift. However, he did not yet intervene, choosing instead to watch attentively.

Frost, Arcane, Shadow, and Blood magic erupted from Garus' ranks, the sheer intensity of their battle distorting the very fabric of space around them.

A vast swath of dark violet energy enveloped the Celestial warriors, steadily corroding their armor.

This was Death and Decay—a large-scale channeling spell. Under its influence, all material would erode and disintegrate.

Even the Celestial warriors felt their armor weakening. Fine cracks formed on the once-indestructible plates under the relentless magical assault.

"Was Arthas' Scourge always this powerful?"

Garus, once a Paladin Captain, had encountered similar necrotic magic from Lady Deathwhisper before. However, back then, Lord Tirion Fordring's Light had effortlessly dispelled its effects. These Celestial warriors were far stronger than Tirion—so why were they faltering?

His gaze fell upon the Soul Stone embedded in his blade. It pulsed with an eerie orange glow, and its voice whispered in his mind.

"Strange… what kind of world is this?" The Soul Stone noted a peculiar connection between Garus and the newly opened dimension, as though he possessed absolute control over it. "Is this your personal plane?"

The world beyond the portal harbored complete necromantic laws, near-infinite energy, and an endless supply of undead minions, all of whom grew stronger within its boundaries.

Garus himself was puzzled. When had he acquired dominion over this universe? Why were the Scourge commanders present within it? Yet there were subtle differences in these undead—ones that went beyond mere power.

Kel'Thuzad, Lady Deathwhisper, and several other liches raised their skeletal hands, death magic crackling between their fingers. The shattered remnants of fallen undead swirled together, gradually assembling into a towering skeletal behemoth over a thousand meters tall.

It radiated an eerie blue glow, wielding an enormous bone battle-axe. Garus found the creature vaguely familiar. After a moment, he realized—it resembled Lord Marrowgar of Icecrown Citadel, a monstrosity of fused bone.

Unholy Aura.

A deep crimson rune appeared beneath Garus' feet, expanding outward to cover the battlefield, infusing the undead with renewed ferocity.

The Bone Lord swung its massive axe, effortlessly cleaving through a weaker Celestial warrior, its spinning strikes forming a deadly vortex as it rampaged across the battlefield under Garus' command.

"Your Honor, we must retreat!"

The Celestials was struggling. For the first time, casualties began to mount.

"Retreat? The God of Eternity watches us! How can we retreat?"

As he spoke, another warrior was cleaved in two by the Bone Lord's axe—becoming the first fallen member of the Celestials.

A million Celestials gathered together could tear apart reality itself. But here, only a few hundred stood against Garus, who wielded the Infinity Stones, and an endless army of undead. The battlefield was littered with fallen warriors. The once-mighty Celestials was crumbling beneath the unrelenting tide.

Blackheart, lurking at the rear, watched in disbelief. Never had he imagined such an outcome. The Celestials was losing. Even Mephisto himself would struggle against them.

"Coward! You should die on this battlefield as well!" Arishem, still standing, spotted Blackheart cowering in the shadows and, in a fury, grabbed him and hurled him into the center of the battlefield.

Before Blackheart could even scream, the magic of the undead tore him to shreds.

"Enough!"

Garus' will surged across the battlefield, halting the undead assault. The field was littered with Celestial corpses, and golden liquid leaked from beneath Arishem's dented armor—he wouldn't last much longer.

"The Celestials does not surrender!"

Realizing he was the last one standing, Arishem began gathering his remaining energy into his heart.

"Self-destruction?"

He must have accepted that he could not escape and sought to prevent Garus from raising his warriors as undead. He would rather die than suffer the fate of the traitor before him.

A wave of emerald light washed over the battlefield—Time Stone energy. Arishem froze mid-action, unable to resist in his weakened state.

Garus advanced swiftly, driving Frostmourne through Arishem's armor. The blade hungrily drained his essence, beginning the transformation.

Eternity, watching from afar, could no longer remain passive. Seeing his creations defeated had left him deeply disappointed. With Arishem moments away from becoming undead, he made his decision.

Just as he was about to open a portal to the battlefield, he sensed the arrival of an immensely powerful being nearby.

A thought crossed his mind: Death alone was already formidable, and now she was joined by Garus. If he was to intervene, he would need an ally.

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