harry potter : I'm Doctor Mystic (Dr. Strange + Dr. Fate)

The pull was inexplicable, a deep thrumming sensation in Alex's chest as if the threads of destiny were guiding him back to a place long left behind. Camp Green Lake—once a barren wasteland where lives were buried in both dust and despair—had been the starting point for many transformations, including his own. But what drew him back now was something darker, something ancient.

He arrived at the edge of the lakebed just as twilight cast its eerie glow. The sight that met his eyes froze him in place. At the center of the desolate expanse, a swirling vortex of golden ichor and shadow spiralled upward, pulsating with an ominous rhythm. At its core stood Luke Castellan, his features twisted in agony as golden light poured from his mouth and eyes, seeping into the vortex.

Alex's heart sank. He knew this ritual. The Titans' return.

Before he could act, the vortex solidified, and from its depths emerged Chronos, the King of the Titans. His form was both magnificent and terrifying, an amalgamation of golden armor, skeletal remains, and a clock-like visage that seemed to count down to inevitable destruction.

"Luke, NO!" Alex shouted, but the boy collapsed, his body lifeless as Chronos stepped free from the vortex. The Titan's eyes gleamed with malevolent intent as he turned his gaze toward the mortal world.

"You dare defy time itself?" Chronos's voice echoed, each syllable a crashing wave of power.

Alex wasted no time. Drawing upon the arcane energies he had mastered as both Doctor Strange and Doctor Fate's successor, he summoned the Cloak of Levitation and the Amulet of Anubis. Golden seals formed around his hands as he conjured eldritch whips to restrain the Titan.

Chronos laughed, his voice like the grinding of ancient gears. "You think your mortal tricks can bind me? I am eternity incarnate!" With a wave of his massive hand, Chronos shattered the whips, sending Alex hurtling backward.

The battle began in earnest.

Alex regained his footing, summoning the Book of Vishanti. Its pages flipped furiously, glowing with divine light as he cast an incantation to warp the flow of time. The spell caused the Titan's movements to slow, but only for a moment. Chronos retaliated with a swipe of his massive blade, a weapon forged from the fabric of time itself.

The blow split the ground, sending shockwaves across the desolate lakebed. Alex raised his shields, the sigils absorbing the brunt of the attack, but the force still drove him to one knee.

"I've faced gods before," Alex said, his voice steady despite the strain. "You're just another relic who refuses to stay forgotten."

Rising to his feet, Alex unleashed the full power of the Eye of Agamotto. A beam of pure temporal energy struck Chronos, halting him mid-stride. Seizing the moment, Alex summoned the Chains of Levitation, binding the Titan in golden links that crackled with arcane power.

But Chronos was not so easily subdued.

"You are but a speck in the endless river of time," he roared, his form growing larger, more imposing. The chains snapped as if made of twine, and Chronos raised his blade to strike.

Alex responded with a spell of duplication, creating dozens of illusory copies of himself. They surrounded the Titan, each one chanting in unison as sigils of containment formed beneath Chronos's feet. The ground glowed with the intensity of a supernova as Alex worked to trap the Titan in a time-loop prison.

For a moment, it seemed to work. Chronos froze, his form flickering as if caught between moments. Alex began to weave the final spell to seal him away.

But Chronos, ever cunning, broke free.

"You think to bind me with my own domain?" he sneered, his voice filled with disdain. With a gesture, the time-loop shattered, sending Alex's illusions scattering like glass shards.

Chronos raised his blade once more, this time aiming for the fallen Luke. "This vessel will sustain me," he declared.

"No!" Alex shouted, his voice echoing with power. He drew upon the combined might of the Vishanti and Nabu, his body glowing with golden light. With a wave of his hand, he summoned the Winds of Watoomb, hurling Chronos backward.

The battle raged on, each clash a testament to Alex's unyielding resolve. He conjured spells of protection, offense, and manipulation, each one pushing his limits but keeping the Titan at bay.

Finally, Alex unleashed his trump card. Calling upon the divine essence of the Amulet of Anubis, he channelled a spell of temporal inversion. A massive hourglass materialized in the sky, its sands glowing with a radiant light.

"This ends now," Alex declared, his voice filled with authority.

The hourglass tipped, its sands flowing backward. Chronos roared in defiance, but the spell's power was undeniable. His form began to disintegrate, his essence dragged back into the vortex from which he came.

When the dust settled, the battlefield was silent. Alex stood alone, his body battered but his spirit unbroken. He approached Luke's prone form, his heart heavy with guilt.

"You were just a boy," Alex murmured, placing a hand over Luke's chest. With a whispered incantation, he stabilized the boy's condition, ensuring he would survive.

Looking to the horizon, Alex felt the weight of his choices. The world was safe, for now, but the cost of vigilance was high. As the first rays of dawn broke over Camp Green Lake, Alex prepared to face whatever destiny had in store.