Herobrine in Marvel...again

The vibrant grove, once teeming with life and joy, now lay shrouded in an oppressive silence. Flowers that had bloomed in radiant colors wilted, their petals drooping as if mourning with their goddess. The earth itself trembled faintly, mirroring Gaia's grief. Her emerald green hair, which usually cascaded like a vibrant waterfall, now seemed dull and lifeless as she knelt on the soft grass, her hands pressed to the ground.

Tears streamed down her face, shimmering like liquid crystal, falling into the soil as if the earth could drink her sorrow. Her brilliant blue eyes, normally alight with warmth and mischief, were dimmed by despair. Each sob wracked her body, and the land around her echoed her sorrow. The trees groaned, their ancient limbs heavy with the weight of her emotions.

"Why, Set?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Why must you do this? Why destroy what I have nurtured? These creatures, these mammals—they are part of this world, just as your reptiles are. Why do you hate them so much?"

Though her words were barely audible, the earth heard her lament. The wind carried her grief across the lands, whispering her sorrow to every corner of the world. Animals paused in their tracks, sensing the pain of their creator. Rivers slowed their flow, their waters turning murky as if reflecting her tears.

Despite her best efforts, Gaia could feel the bloodshed. Even with her blessings shielding as many mammals as possible, her power was stretched thin. For every life she saved, countless others were snuffed out by Set's rampaging dinosaurs. She clutched her chest, the pain of each lost life cutting her like a blade.

"This isn't balance," she sobbed. "This isn't life. This is... cruelty."

Ender stood nearby, watching Gaia with a heart heavy with sorrow and a soul burning with fury. Seeing her in such anguish stirred something primal within him. His fists clenched, and his sharp features twisted into an expression of anger.

He approached her slowly, his movements deliberate, as though afraid to shatter her fragile state. Gently, he knelt beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. The warmth of his touch, like a steady flame, grounded her, though her tears did not cease.

"Gaia," he said softly, his voice deep but laced with tenderness. "This isn't your fault. Set's hatred is his alone, born of his arrogance and fear. He knows nothing of love or harmony."

Her tearful eyes met his, and her lips trembled. "But I couldn't stop him," she whispered. "All my power, all my love for this earth... and I couldn't save them all. So many lives lost, Ender. So many."

Ender's jaw tightened, his rage simmering beneath the surface. His own heart ached to see her like this to see the goddess who had nurtured the earth reduced to despair. But that ache only fueled his resolve.

"No more," he said, his voice growing firmer. "I will not let Set continue this slaughter."

She looked at him, her gaze filled with both hope and fear. "Ender, he's... he's one of the Elder Gods. You don't have to—"

"Yes, I do," he interrupted, his tone unyielding. "Because I won't stand by and let him hurt you or this world any longer"

Ender's body began to change as he spoke, his anger transforming into something more. Lightning crackled around him, arcs of blue and white energy dancing across his form. His once-mortal frame now radiated divine power, his newly awakened divinity manifesting in the form of raw, untamed lightning.

Ender rose to his feet, the ground beneath him scorched by the sheer intensity of his presence. The air grew charged, static electricity crackling with every step he took. His eyes glowed with a piercing blue light, mirroring the storm that churned within him.

This was his divinity that awakened with his union with Gaia (the quest reward) and with his, he was a bonafide God of Lightning not just a 'mortal' with god-like powers.

"Lightning," he murmured, looking at his crackling hands. "The power to strike down the mighty, to illuminate the darkness, to bring both destruction and renewal. It's the perfect balance of fury and purpose."

He clenched his fists, the energy around him intensifying. "Set believes himself unstoppable, but even gods can fall. Lightning pierces through the strongest defenses, no matter how ancient or powerful. He won't see it coming."

Gaia stared up at him, her despair beginning to waver in the face of his determination. The sorrow in her eyes was slowly replaced by a flicker of hope. "Ender... you've changed," she whispered "But you should not go alone I will..call my sister."

Though she said that her voice wasn't sure Ender knew she was just trying to stop him but he knew the more he waited further Gaia would suffer.

He knelt before her again, placing a hand gently against her cheek. The energy surrounding him softened in her presence, as though her touch tempered the storm within him.

"I've awakened to what I truly am," he said. "And I will use every ounce of this power to protect you, Gaia to protect the life you've nurtured."

Seeing his conviction Gaia knew he would not stop.

She nodded, her hand covering his. "Be careful," she said softly, her voice trembling with both fear and trust. "Set is cruel, and he will not fight fair."

Ender's lips curled into a smile, his resolve unshakable. "Good. Neither will I."

As the storm above mirrored the divine power coursing through him, Ender turned toward the horizon, where Set's corrupted dinosaurs rampaged unchecked. His eyes narrowed, and thunder rolled ominously in the distance. The storm was coming and with it, retribution.

Gaia's reluctance to fight her brother Set stemmed not from a lack of power but from the core of her very being. As the Primordial Goddess of the Earth, she was the ultimate nurturer, the wellspring of life. Her powers were tied to growth, harmony, and the flourishing of creation. Destruction, even in self-defense—was anathema to her nature.

(Anathema-a thing or an idea which you hate because it is the opposite of what you believe)

Her refusal to engage Set directly was not a weakness but a principle. Fighting him would mean unleashing catastrophic destruction upon the very earth she sought to protect. Every attack would scar the planet, every clash threatening the fragile balance of life. Set, on the other hand, thrived on chaos and ruin. His powers, rooted in dominance and savagery, were an affront to Gaia's nurturing essence. Worse, he exploited her compassion, knowing she would hold back rather than risk harming her beloved creations.

This left Gaia vulnerable. Though she was stronger than Set overall, her unwillingness to wield her power for war meant she could only mitigate his destruction, not end it.

Ender, though furious at Set's cruelty and Gaia's suffering, was not blinded by rage. He understood that rushing into battle unprepared would be suicide not only for him but for Gaia and the mammals she sought to protect. Set was a continent-level powerhouse, his control over dinosaurs and raw destructive potential making him a near-unstoppable force.

Ender's awakening to the Divinity of Lightning gave him hope, but divinity alone wasn't enough. Lightning was a force of raw, overwhelming energy—a weapon of both destruction and precision. But using it effectively against a being like Set would require more than brute strength; it would require strategy.

Gaia also lent Ender her power indirectly. Though she couldn't fight Set, she used her connection to the earth to bolster Ender's strength, enhancing his endurance and grounding him to the natural world.

The stakes of failure were high.

If Ender failed-

Gaia's strength would diminish further, leaving the earth vulnerable to Set's unchecked chaos.

The mammals, Gaia's favored creations, might face extinction, destroying the foundation for humanity's future.

Ender and Gaia could be forced to abandon the earth altogether, leaving it to Set's tyranny.

But Ender was resolute. The power of lightning burned within him, a reminder of his purpose and his promise to Gaia. With every step he took, the storm grew stronger, the sky darkened, and the earth trembled, not in fear, but in anticipation. For the storm that Ender carried within him was not just a force of destruction, it was hope, renewal, and retribution.

[Your wife and the planet are being harmed save them from the cruelty of Set.

Objective: Defeat Set and seal him.

Rewards: Gaia's strength increases, A portion of Set's power, ???

Penalty: Gaia weakened, possible extinction of mammals (humans), Forced to leave Earth.

Time limit: 2 weeks.

Difficulty: High]

Ender, clad in Netherite Armor, radiated an imposing presence. The dark, metallic sheen of his armor seemed to drink in the light, giving him an aura of otherworldly strength. Runes etched into the Netherite glowed faintly, pulsing with energy that crackled in sync with the lightning coursing through his veins. The storm churned ominously above.

Sleipnir, his skeletal mount, moved with an eerie grace. The legendary eight-legged steed gleamed in the dim light, its skeletal form infused with ghostly energy. Ethereal flames flickered in its empty eye sockets, and each step left behind faint scorch marks that shimmered momentarily before fading into nothingness. The beast's stride was steady and unrelenting, crossing vast distances effortlessly, as though the land itself bent to its will.

As Ender rode, his mind remained sharp and focused, his anger tempered by determination. The journey toward Set's domain was fraught with danger, but neither man nor mount faltered. The sky above reflected his emotions, a chaotic swirl of dark clouds and flashes of lightning, promising the coming storm.

The earth around him seemed to respond to his presence, the winds growing colder, the ground rumbling faintly as if in anticipation of the battle to come. Even the creatures of the land watched silently, their instincts warning them of the titanic clash that was imminent.

Sleipnir's eight legs carried him swiftly through forests, across rivers, and over mountains. With each stride, the distance between Ender and Set grew shorter. Ahead, the horizon darkened further, the air thick with malice as Set's domain loomed like a shadow on the edge of the world.

As they approached the boundary of Set's influence, Sleipnir let out a bone-chilling whinny, its cry echoing like a ghostly wail. The skeletal steed's steps grew even more resolute, sensing the conflict ahead.

Lightning crackled across the skies, illuminating the battlefield that awaited.

Set's temple was a sprawling, ominous structure that radiated ancient power and malice. Built deep within a scarred and desolate valley, the temple seemed to rise unnaturally from the earth, as though it had been forced into existence by the sheer will of its master.

The architecture was primal and foreboding, a blend of jagged, volcanic rock and shimmering obsidian. Massive, weathered spires jutted into the sky like claws, their tips glowing faintly with the crimson energy that pulsed through the entire structure. The stonework bore carvings of monstrous reptiles, dinosaurs, and serpentine creatures, depicted in violent poses as if to remind all who approached of Set's dominion over primal predators.

A massive, bone-carved gateway marked the temple's entrance. The arch was adorned with the fossilized remains of ancient creatures, their skeletal forms woven together in grotesque patterns. Above the gate, a colossal head of seven-headed snakes lay menacingly, its eye sockets glowing with an eerie, flickering red light.

Around the temple, enormous dinosaur thralls roamed as guardians—ferocious carnivores whose eyes gleamed with Set's chaotic energy.

The interior of the temple was no less intimidating. Inside, the walls shimmered with a faint, molten glow, as though the stone itself pulsed with menace. The air was thick with the acrid smell of sulfur and the metallic tang of blood.

At the heart of the temple stood Set's throne room, an expansive chamber dominated by a massive, serpentine throne carved from an enormous fossilized spine. The throne pulsed with chaotic energy, crackling with red lightning that danced along its surface. Behind it loomed a massive statue of Set himself, depicted as a hybrid of man, serpent, and dinosaur, his form exuding both primal terror and divine arrogance.

The entire temple was alive with an oppressive energy, the very air vibrating with Set's chaotic essence. It was a monument to destruction and dominance, a blasphemous affront to Gaia's nurturing spirit, and a place where the natural order was twisted to serve chaos.

Ender pulled Sleipnir to a halt, his armor glowing faintly as the storm above intensified. The time for preparation was over. The time for battle had arrived.

(Set's POV)

Set stood atop his serpentine throne, his piercing, reptilian eyes glowing like molten embers in the gloom of his temple. His massive, hybrid form, a blend of man, serpent, and dinosaur, towered over the chamber. His scales shimmered with a dark light, a twisted grin spreading across his predatory face.

He could feel it, the earth trembling under his will, the raw power of his dinosaurs as they ravaged the mammals Gaia so foolishly nurtured. Their cries of agony echoed in his mind, fueling his dark satisfaction. The chaos spreading across the land was his symphony, a crescendo of destruction that would bring him closer to his ultimate goal: the eradication of mammalian life and the eternal reign of reptiles.

"How weak you've become, Gaia," he sneered, his voice reverberating through the chamber like the growl of a predator. "You coddle those pathetic creatures, nurturing their frailty while they scurry in the dirt. But no matter how much you protect them, they will fall. Evolution? Progress? Bah! Reptiles are perfectionists. They were born to dominate, to crush, to tear."

Set leaned back, his massive tail coiling around the base of the throne, the sound of its scales rasping against stone echoing through the room. He relished the chaos he had unleashed, the way his influence twisted the natural order into his vision of supremacy. The dinosaurs under his control radiated his power, their bloodlust and strength amplified to near-divine levels.

But then, something shifted.

A faint tremor passed through the earth, not one of his making. A different energy, sharp and electric, surged through the air, causing the crimson lightning crackling across his throne to flicker. Set's grin faded, replaced by a scowl.

"What is this?" he hissed, his voice a venomous whisper. He closed his eyes, extending his senses outward, feeling the ripples in the fabric of existence.

And then he felt a storm.

A power ancient and wild, as primal as his chaos, yet disciplined and focused. Set's claws dug into the arms of his throne as realization dawned.

"So, he is not a mortal, but a god, but your lover is still weak to confront me, Gaia," he growled, his voice laced with contempt and intrigue. "The little spark who thinks he can become a storm."

Set rose from his throne, his massive form casting a long, menacing shadow across the chamber. The air around him crackled with chaotic energy, his presence warping the space with his sheer malice. He stepped toward the edge of the chasm, the molten energy reflecting in his blazing eyes.

"Let him come," Set declared, his voice booming with arrogance and anticipation. "Let him bring his pitiful storm. I will crush him as I have crushed so many others. Lightning cannot stand against chaos. It cannot undo what is inevitable."

With a wave of his clawed hand, Set summoned his monstrous reptilian hybrids infused with his power. They emerged from the shadows, bowing before their god.

"Prepare for our guest," he commanded, his voice dripping with malice. "When he arrives, I want him to know the futility of his defiance."

Set turned his gaze to the horizon, his grin returning as he felt the storm growing closer. He welcomed the challenge, eager to prove his supremacy. After all, to Set, the battle was not just about victory, it was about showing the world that chaos would always reign supreme.