Ten Avengers emerged from the rift, touching down on Novalia’s obsidian soil beneath a sky carved with fractal light. Towering spires hummed with silent judgment. No words greeted them. No movement stirred. In a realm where gestures could spark war or wedlock, they stood waiting—uncertain, respectful, and wary. The Queen had not spoken. Until she did, Novalia held its breath.
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