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Tanaleer Tivan, looks around proudly at his collection. A deep rumble shakes the compound. "Interesting." He mutters. Swiftly moving towards a locked vault. He opens it up to reveal the Aether. Picking up the protected case, he peers inside and is marvelled to discover.
A quarter of the Aether has gone missing.
Stiles, exhausted from the fight against Ultron. Traipses towards the familiar cave, "Okay, Water of Sight. Let's see what you are going to show me." He sighs to himself as he starts to remove some clothing.
Leaving himself im only a pair of jeans he dips himself into the surprisingly warm water, glowing crimson veins flood his body, his eyes illuminate blood red and shine brighter then they ever have before.
A voice fills his head and chills erupt from Stiles' body at the voice he knows all too well.
"Ragnarok will come, and gods will fall
Children of Odin will combat against one another
Thunder and death will be the key to Asgards demise
Reality will shift, and the god of chaos will either fall or rise against the serpent of the world."
Blasting out the water, panting and shaking. The message replaying in Stiles' mind over and over. The crimson hue begins to die down but still glow all over his skin. His eyes flash between blood red and whiskey brown rapidly
"What the fu-"