X-Force: Beyond Omega
Ch: 160 [Beyond mortal limits]

The moment Aron began to absorb the Time Stone, the universe seemed to pause.

The Eye of Agamotto hovered just above his palm, spinning slowly as green light poured from its core. The Time Stone cracked open like a blooming flower, and its energy flowed into him with a pulse so powerful that even the fabric of space quivered.

The wind stopped.

Sound vanished.

All motion ceased.

The sky above Kamar-Taj fractured into shards of shimmering light. The clouds parted. Reality trembled as the final piece of the puzzle fell into place.

Aron's body jerked once. Then again. His eyes flared open, no longer just glowing but blazing with every color of the cosmos. The green of time met the blue of space, the red of reality, the purple of power, the orange of soul, and the yellow of mind. All fused into one spectrum that no mortal eye could truly see.

His veins pulsed gold and black. The Phoenix Force and Death's Aura collided inside him. For the first time, Rebirth and End merged, two eternal forces once meant to balance each other, now flowing through a single vessel. Aron could feel the insane power. It was as if what he had been using so far was just a tiny portion of it. Now, with the harmony, he could feel it.

The real deal.

Then it began.

His skin cracked.

Thin fractures split across his arms, his chest, his neck, glowing with white-hot energy. His body pulsed with raw, unfiltered power. From within the cracks, light poured out like sunlight through broken stained glass. His back arched. 

Flames surged from his shoulders. Cosmic flame... colorless and pure. It writhed in the air like wings made of light and silence. His bones realigned, denser, stronger. His muscle structure shifted, adapting to carry the unimaginable power housed within him.

The amount of pain Aron felt was unimaginable. Yet, he held on without making a single noise. 

The earth beneath him shattered in concentric rings. Marble split. Stone liquefied. Magic fled. The sigils carved into the temple walls pulsed once, then dimmed.

Sorcerers shielded their eyes. Some fell to their knees, overwhelmed. Even Strange, though experienced in the manipulation of multiversal energy, could do nothing but stare.

The Ancient One did not look away.

She watched as Aron ascended.

His silver hair grew longer, floating weightless around his head. His face changed subtly... not older, not younger, but timeless. No longer bound by mortal limits.

The light grew too bright to look at.

And then it stopped.

The cracks on his skin sealed. The flames faded into an invisible heat. The wind returned. Reality steadied. He stood in silence at the center of the courtyard, his clothes returned back to normal, his breathing calm.

He opened his eyes.

The colors in them were gone. What remained was something far deeper. A void. A flame. A galaxy. 

The sorcerers dared not speak.

The Ancient One stepped forward, hands folded.

"You have become something beyond what you were when you came to us," she said softly.

Aron looked at his hands. Then at the sky. He could see the entire Earth from the first-person POV. Then the moon, the sun, the planets... It was like he was a giant standing into nothingness, and he could control every aspect of this galaxy. He wanted to peek even further, but not now. Maybe later.

"No," he said. "I've become what I needed to be. Now, I can finally achieve what I've always wanted."

Strange stepped forward, cautious. "And what is that?"

Aron turned to him.

"Peace. True peace. That's all I have ever wanted. These powers I have now. I can just bring world peace, end hunger, cure diseases, bring forth technological evolution... and so much more with just a flick of my fingers. Or, rule this world and many others like a God. Haaa... What the fuck. I'm gonna go and sleep over it."

"The Darkhold?" the Ancient One asked.

Aron raised the book. Its bindings are strained. The cursed symbols glowed, aware of the threat. He closed his hand around it.

No chant. No ritual. No fire.

Just will.

The book dissolved into ash between his fingers.

The last echo of Chthon's presence faded from the world.

Silence followed.

Then, slowly, the clouds above parted.

Light broke through.

Real sunlight.

Warm.

Alive.

Aron exhaled. For the first time in a long while, his breath fogged the air with something more than power. It carried peace.

Strange stepped forward again. "What now?"

Aron looked to the horizon. Somewhere, people were living. Laughing. Fighting. Hoping. The multiverse wasn't safe. Not yet. But it could be.

"I go home," he said. "And as I said, I'll sleep over it. Oh, not to worry, I won't bring any destruction or break the multiverse." 

With a flick of his fingers, he vanished from Kamar-Taj and appeared in his room.

...

[Genosha – Just Before Sunset]

[At this time, Aron was really sleeping. Although he doesn't need to sleep anymore, he simply turned off his power for a moment to get some peace and sleep.]

Children ran through the streets. People walking around, doing their jobs. Some vendors were packing up their stalls, and some were setting up their stalls. Well, it was simply peaceful.

Wanda and the others returned after taking care of the mess made by Doc Ock. Jubilee, as always, was full of energy. So, she dragged the others to the beach, except Emma and Wanda.

Meanwhile, Wanda and Emma made their way toward the main building.

"I swear," Emma muttered, "if Jubilee drags me into one more prank involving edible glitter, I'm going to manipulate her mind and turn her into a human decorative vase."

Wanda smiled faintly, her mind elsewhere.

A low hum had started in her chest an hour ago, subtle and steady, like the thrum of distant drums. It hadn't gone away.

Now it was growing.

Emma narrowed her eyes as they neared the steps of the central tower. "You're quiet."

Wanda stopped walking.

Emma took another step before realizing it.

She turned.

"Wanda?"

Wanda stood motionless.

Her fingers twitched.

And then...

BOOM.

A wave of energy pulsed out from Wanda's body like the breath of a new star. It swept across the street, lifting dust, bending trees, warping the very air. People nearby stumbled, some falling to their knees from the pressure.

Emma staggered, shielding herself with a telekinetic barrier.

"What the—?! Wanda?!"

Wanda's knees buckled. Her eyes snapped shut.

Her hands glowed white.

Magic, pure and radiant, swirled around her like ribbons of liquid moonlight. The chaos-magic mutation that had plagued her since birth was no more. 

This was true magic.

Unbound. Unchained. Hers.

Aron instantly teleported there, and so did the others. He raised a barrier around Wadna and pulled Emma out of there.

"What the hell is going on?" Pietro ran and skidded to a stop just beside Aron.

"I killed Chthon, and with him gone, Wanda can now be completely free. Right now, we are witnessing her true power," Aron said with a smile. 'All that magic! Hahahaha. She's just too OP. The White Witch or The Silver Witch. Either way. She'll be unstoppable."

The ground around her fractured in delicate patterns

Wanda floated.

Her feet rose off the ground, arms slightly spread. Her red outfit began to shift, deep crimson melting into white, her cloak flickering before transforming into a long, flowing mantle of radiant light. Her hair, once auburn, shimmered and paled until it was pure white.

Her heart was still. Her mind, quiet.

She was free.

Her fingers curled gently as she drew in one long, slow breath. Around her, the air shimmered like a mirage. The cracks in the courtyard glowed faintly. The very fabric of magic was responding to her.

And then, Wanda descended.

Her feet touched the ground without a sound.

The light faded slowly from her body. Her hair turned white, her irises were white, and the color of her magic was also white. 

Aron stepped forward, lowering his barrier. His eyes scanned her from head to toe. There was no trace of chaos left in her aura. He could feel her immense magic.

He smiled. "White looks good on you."

Wanda raised a brow, smirking faintly. "Figured I'd try something a little more... divinity chic."

From behind them, Pietro exhaled slowly. "Is she... okay?"

"She's more than okay," Aron said softly, eyes never leaving Wanda. "She's complete."

Jubilee, Kitty, Jean, and the others rushed onto the scene from the beach, drawn by the energy surge.

"Is it over? What...?! Holy crap!" Jubilee stopped mid-sentence, skidding to a halt. "Wanda? Is that you, or did Gandalf just hit Sephora?"