"Escanor Reborn: The Might of the Sun in the Marvel Universe"

The air was heavy with the silence of victory as the war finally came to an end. Soldiers returned home, their faces marked with relief, exhaustion, and loss. Alex stood amidst the celebration, his golden aura dimmed by a quiet sense of detachment. Peace had come, but his purpose felt unresolved.

It was James and Victor who approached him with an offer. "There's something happening back home," James said, his voice low and cautious. "A project. They're looking for men like us."

Alex sensed the unease in James's tone but nodded. "Lead the way."

The lab was a cold, sterile place, its walls gleaming with the promise of scientific advancement. Men in white coats moved with precision, their voices hushed. Alex watched as James and Victor were led to a room lined with surgical tools and vats of molten metal.

"What's this about?" Alex asked, his tone sharp.

"Adamantium," a scientist replied, his expression clinical. "The strongest metal known to man. We're binding it to their skeletons."

Alex felt a chill run down his spine as he watched James and Victor endure the agonizing procedure. Their screams echoed in the chamber, a haunting reminder of the price of power.

But Alex wasn't content to stand idly by. As the scientists focused on their work, he moved with silent purpose, stealing a small amount of Adamantium and a rare shard of vibranium stored in a locked vault.

With his treasures secured, Alex left the lab under the cover of darkness. The world below faded into a blur as he soared into the heavens, the sun calling to him like an old friend.

He flew closer than any man dared, the star's searing heat washing over him. There, amidst the solar flames, Alex began his work. Using his unmatched strength and control, he forged the metals together into a weapon worthy of a god.

The process was gruelling. The sun's energy burned through his skin, its raw power testing his limits. But Alex endured, channeling the sun's might into the Divine Axe Rhitta.

For ten long years, he remained in the sun's embrace. Each day was a test of will, his body and spirit forged alongside the weapon. He absorbed the solar energy, growing stronger, his abilities transcending mortal comprehension.

The axe was a masterpiece, its massive blade gleaming with an otherworldly light. It pulsed with the sun's energy, a weapon that could cleave mountains and shatter armies.

When the ten years were up, Alex returned to Earth, his descent like a falling star. He landed in the snowy peaks of the Himalayas, the Divine Axe Rhitta slung across his back.

There, amidst the ancient temples, he encountered the Ancient One. Her presence was calm yet commanding, her gaze piercing. "You have returned to a world that has changed much in your absence," she said, her voice echoing with wisdom.

"And so have I," Alex replied, his golden eyes glowing with power.

The Ancient One saw potential in him, a force of nature capable of great good or destruction. She offered to teach him the ways of magic, to help him harness his newfound strength.

Alex accepted, immersing himself in the mystic arts. The Ancient One guided him through the Astral Plane, the Mirror Dimension, and the secrets of time and space.

He mastered spells with an intensity that left even the Ancient One impressed. He didn't just learn magic—he created it. New spells poured forth from his mind, each one an expression of his divine nature.

But Alex's journey wasn't just one of learning. The world was plagued by evil gods, demons, and fallen angels, their malice corrupting everything they touched.

Armed with Rhitta and his magical prowess, Alex became a force of reckoning. He hunted these dark beings, their screams filling the void as he tore through them with righteous fury.

Each victory brought him closer to divinity. He absorbed the souls of his enemies, their energy fueling his transformation.

The first to fall was an ancient demon lord, its hulking form reduced to ash by Rhitta's radiant blade. The earth trembled with each step Alex took, the battle leaving the land scarred but free of corruption.

Next were the fallen angels, their celestial beauty twisted into monstrous forms. Alex fought them in the skies, their clashes lighting up the heavens like storms of fire and light.

The gods of chaos were the most challenging, their power vast and ancient. But Alex's resolve was unshakable. He faced them head-on, each swing of Rhitta carving through their illusions and deceit.

The final battle was against an evil pantheon that sought to enslave humanity. Alex stood alone against their combined might, his golden aura blazing like the sun itself.

The fight raged for days, the land itself bearing the scars of their clash. But in the end, Alex prevailed, his enemies reduced to mere shadows.

Their souls joined the others he had claimed, their energy merging with his own. Alex felt himself ascend, his mortal ties loosening as he embraced his new role as a demi-god.

He returned to the Ancient One, his presence now radiant and commanding. She looked at him with a mixture of pride and apprehension. "You have become something extraordinary," she said.

Alex nodded, his gaze steady. "The world needs someone to stand against the darkness. And I will be that light.