The girl tilted her head slightly as if p the question. "I'm Gali," she replied casually, twirling in pce as the dimensions around her seemed to bend and twist with every motion. "Thought I doubt you will remember that... After all, I'm gonna kick your ass."

  Proxima Midnight tightened her grip on her spear, the jagged on crag with a lethal charge. She stepped forward, her tone sharp and unwavering. "We don't have time fames, child. Step aside, or be destroyed."

  Gali's ughter rang out again, softer this time but no less unnerving. "Oh, dear. You really don't uand where you are, do you?" She gestured with a delicate hand, and the space around the Bck Order shifted. The fractured realities twisted violently, creating a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. The grouh their feet crumbled and reformed as gravity seemed to defy itself.

  Cull Obsidian snarled, his massive frame tensing. "Enough talk!" He charged, his colossal axe swinging in a wide arc tali.

  Without so much as fling, Gali raised a hand. The axe stopped mid-swing, frozen in pce as though caught in invisible s. Cull grunted, struggling to pull it free, but Gali's serene expression didn't ge. With a flick of her wrist, the on disied into shimmering motes of light.

  Cull stumbled back, r in frustration. "What kind of magic is this?!"

  Gali stepped forward, her bare feet toug the shifting ground as if it were solid. "Magic? Oh, no. This is something... more." She raised both hands, and the space around them surged with energy. The fractured dimensions began to close in on the Bck Order, walls of shimmering light and shadow f a shrinking prison.

  Corvus Give leaped forward, his bde fshing as he aimed fali's throat. "We are the Bck Order! You are nothing pared to—"

  Before he could finish, Gali sidestepped with an almost zy grace, her hand brushing against the edge of his bde. The on shattered on tact, leaving Corvus holding nothing but the hilt. He stared at the broken remains, his expression a mix of shod fury.

  "Nothing pared to... what?" Gali asked, her voice dripping with mock curiosity. "A purple guy with a fancy glove? Please. Try harder."

  Ebony Maw, watg ily, took a step back. His mind raced as he tried to analyze the situation. He reached out with his telekiic powers, attempting to grasp Gali and hurl her aside. But the moment his mind touched hers, he recoiled as if burned.

  Her smile widened. "Oh, you tried to touch my mind? How cute." She flicked her fingers, and Maw screamed as his own powers turned against him, binding him ih invisible s. "Let me show you what happens when you meddle in things beyond your prehension."

  Proxima Midnight snarled, readying arike. "You'll regret getting in our way."

  Gali sighed, her pyful demeanor fading. "You're awfully persistent for pawns." She cpped her hands together, and the space around them erupted in a cascade of light. The Bck Order found themselves flung in different dires, eading in a separate pocket of ed reality. The team was now isoted, uo see or hear one another.

  ...

  The fractured dimensions swirled violently, separating the Bck Order into isoted pockets of ed reality. Each member was now utterly alone, with the chaotidscapes around them shifting into uny replicas of familiar battlefields from their past quests.

  Proxima Midnight stood over what looked like the desote ruins of a desote p. It resembled one of the tless worlds she had helped subjugate in Thanos's s skies burned red and its ground littered with ash and bones. But something was amiss; movement caught her eye.

  Emerging from the darkness was a figure in dark armor, eerily like her own, holding a spear identical to hers. The figure's face, when finally revealed, was her own, a doppelganger down to the smallest detail. Proxima raised her on instinctively, but to make things worse her on disied into motes of light.

  Her doppelganger's spear, however, remained intad it crackled with energy far more potent than anything she'd wielded before. The doppelganger smirked, her expression crueler and more bloodthirsty than Proxima could ever recall seeing in her own refle.

  The doppelgatacked without hesitation, the enhanced spear slig through the air with terrifying speed. Proxima dodged, rolling across the scorched ground, but her disarmed state pced her at a dire disadvantage. She grabbed a jagged piece of debris and, using it as a makeshift on, lunged forward, but the oppo effortlessly swatted it away.

  "You call yourself a warrior?" the doppelganger sneered. "You're nothing but a shadow of what you could be."

  Anger welled within Proxima. She used every speck of power and ruse at her disposal. But the doppelganger's greater arsenal coupled with its onsught left little room for maneuvering herself. For the first time, she realized what she had inflicted upon her victim so many times: inescapable hopelessness.

  Sed area...

  Corvus Give stood amidst a battlefield frozen in time. The bodies of warriors, some familiar, y scattered around him, their expressions locked in agony. Before him stood another Corvus, his refle shimmering, iructible armor, the Give in his hand glowing with power that dwarfed Corvus's memory of its strength.

  "You've failed him," the doppelganger hissed, his voice dripping with pt. "You were never worthy of the give."

  Corvus ched his jaw, raising the hilt of his shattered on. He hurled himself at his doppelganger, fists striking with brutal precision. But the enemy Corvus was faster, stronger, and seemingly untouchable in his fwless armor. Every blow Corvus nded seemed to bounce harmlessly off the shimmering surface, while every terstrike from the doppelgaore into him with surgical precision.

  Bleeding and disarmed, Corvus roared in defiance. But his doppelganger merely ughed, a cruel sound that echoed through the battlefield.

  "You'll die as you lived," the doppelganger said, raising the enhanced give for a killing bloathetic servant."

  Third area...

  Cull Obsidian roared as he charged at his doppelganger, who was smaller yet somehow more imposing. The doppelganger wielded a massive, gleaming war axe that made Cull's lost on look like a toy by parison. Worse, Cull found his usual brute strength decreased out of nowhere, his body felt sluggish and his attacks were too weak.

  The doppelganger, oher hand, moved with supernatural speed, dodging Cull's attacks and nding crushing terblows that sent the ground shuddering. Each swing of the doppelganger's axe set shockwaves rolling through the ed ndscape, f Cull onto the defensive.

  "You think you're strong?" the doppelganger mocked. "You're nothing but a dog!"

  The onsught tinued and Cull had to jump back just to avoid the attacks.

  "Is that all you've got?" the doppelgaaunted, his voice a cruel mirror of Cull's own. "How did you ever think you were worthy to stand at his side?"

  Cull let out a roar of frustration, grabbing a hunk of the ed ground and hurling it at the doppelganger. But the enemy shattered it with a single swing, closing the distand smming Cull to the ground with brutality that left him gasping for air.

  "Worthless..."

  Fourth area...

  Ebony Maw found himself in a void of absolute silehe usual hum of his psychic powers absent. He tried to speak, to call upon his telekiic abilities, but his void mind were muted. "What?!" Panic set in as he couldn't feel his power.

  His doppelgaepped out from the shadows, dressed in a flowing robe that shimmered with runes of uhly power. The replica's eyes glowed with su iy that it pierced Maw's very soul.

  "You've alrided yourself on your intellect," the doppelganger said. He spoke with a strange, multi-yered voice, eg not only in the air but also inside Maw's head. "But now, you are nothing. Less than nothing."

  The doppelganger raised a hand, and Ebony Maw got lifted into the air, his limbs twisting painfully. His bones crag, muscles tearing... His doppelganger's telekiic power dwarfed his own, bending gravity around him. s of energy ed around Ebony Maw, tightening with every word.

  "Beg," the doppelganger whispered. "Beg for mercy, and I might make this quick."

  Maw's pride warred with his terror, but the s tightened, and he screamed silently, his will crumbling uhe relentless assault.

  ..[Outside]..

  Gali watched the chaos unfold, her expression one of detached amusement. The Bck Order, stripped of their ons, armor, and pride, were being dismantled by their own superior doppelgangers. Each frontation pushed them closer to despair, and their onbreakable pride and arrogance shattered.

  "It's fasating, really," she mused aloud, twirling in the air as the dimensions around her dao her will. "They thought they were invincible, and now they're losing to themselves. Poetic, don't you think?"

  With a wave of her hand, the doppelgangers grew even stroheir ons glowing with uhly power. The real Bck Order was now on the verge of defeat, their every effort met with overwhelming force. One by ohey all fell.

  As Proxima Midnight fell to her knees, her body battered and her will broken, Gali appeared above her. She gnced up at Gali through bloodied eyes. "What… what are you?" she rasped.

  Gali desded gracefully, her pink gown shimmering with light. She crouched in front of Proxima, her happy smile trasting with the mena her glowing eyes.

  "I'm the one who ends you," she said softly, pg a gentle hand on Proxima's head.

  And with a final, blinding surge of light, the battlefield dissolved into silence.