Arrival of the Phoenix Monarch
The cosmic summit reconvened.
Reality itself parted.
Golden-violet flames traced a perfect circle as Alexander Ashborn Odinson stepped forward—not aggressively, not arrogantly.
Simply present.
The universe acknowledged him.
Eternity inclined his vast form slightly.
The Living Tribunal observed in silence.
Galactus stood firm—but wary.
Alexander nodded politely.
"Eternity."
"Tribunal."
"Galactus."
No theatrics.
No intimidation.
Just certainty.
A Casual Bombshell
Alexander turned toward Galactus.
"…By the way," he said casually,
"Galacta wants to meet you."
Galactus froze.
Sweat—actual sweat—formed along his brow.
"…My daughter?" Galactus asked slowly.
Alexander nodded.
"She's doing well."
Galactus cleared his throat.
"…I will—meet her. Next time."
The Tribunal noticed.
Eternity noticed.
Infinity smiled knowingly.
Death looked amused.
The Devourer of Worlds had never sounded so nervous.
Balance Confirmed
The summit continued briefly.
Alexander spoke little.
He listened.
And when it ended—
He turned.
But he did not leave.
The Void Stirs
Alexander's gaze shifted—not toward Eternity, nor the Tribunal—
But toward nothing.
Toward absence.
Toward Oblivion.
The void twisted.
"…Enough," Alexander said calmly.
The universe listened.
Sovereign's Edict
Alexander raised one hand.
No flames.
No explosion.
No display.
Yet—
Authority descended.
Sovereign's Edict: Absolute Dominion
Reality bent.
Concepts bowed.
Existence itself acknowledged a command it could not refuse.
Fear rippled outward.
Celestials trembled.
Abstract entities stiffened.
Only Eternity, Infinity, Death, and the Living Tribunal stood unmoved.
And Oblivion—
Oblivion reeled.
A Monarch's Warning
Alexander's voice carried—soft, controlled, absolute.
"Stop what you're doing."
No threat.
No rage.
A statement.
"I don't want to repeat this."
The void quaked.
Oblivion did not speak.
He withdrew.
Aftermath
The pressure vanished.
Reality exhaled.
Galactus slowly unclenched his fists.
The Living Tribunal spoke.
"Warning acknowledged.
Balance preserved."
Eternity turned slightly.
"…You are decisive," Eternity said.
Alexander shrugged.
"I prefer peace."
Infinity smiled warmly.
Death watched him go—
Pride unmistakable.
Departure
Alexander stepped back into the flames.
And vanished.
No proclamation.
No lingering presence.
Yet the message echoed across the cosmos:
The Phoenix Monarch does not seek dominion.
But he will enforce order.
And for the first time in a long while—
Oblivion waited.