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Jason stood at the edge of the battlefield, looking at the destruction he had caused. The Avengers had been overwhelmed, their morale shattered, their leadership fractured. His clones had been instrumental in spreading chaos, but the true power of his abilities lay in his control of the world around him, the manipulation of fate and mind itself. Yet, despite all the devastation he had wrought, something gnawed at him—something he couldn't quite place.

The power of his new alliances was undeniable. The Brotherhood, Hydra, Doctor Doom, and even Magneto had proven useful. But as much as he relished in the slow crumbling of his enemies, Jason felt the pressure building—new, unexpected forces were beginning to stir. Forces that would complicate the battlefield in ways Jason hadn't yet considered.

The Ancient One, one of the most powerful sorcerers on Earth, had sensed the shifting of power. She had felt the ripples of the war, the clash between old powers and new ones. And as a guardian of the mystical arts, she couldn't stand idly by and let the world fall into chaos. Her people, the Masters of the Mystic Arts, had long watched over Earth, protecting it from threats beyond the physical realm. But this threat, this war that was unfolding, had crossed into their domain, and they would act.

The first sign of the Ancient One's intervention came in the form of a flash of light above the battlefield. Her people, skilled in the mystic arts, descended upon the scene like ethereal warriors, their movements fluid and impossible to track. Doctor Strange, their leader, appeared alongside them, his hands glowing with eldritch energy as he conjured barriers to protect the Avengers from Jason's relentless attacks.

"Jason Uchiha," Doctor Strange's voice rang out, calm and authoritative. "You've been meddling with forces you don't fully understand. This is not your world to reshape."

Jason's Sharingan glinted in the dim light as he stared at the approaching sorcerers. His mind, already calculating, had already prepared a countermeasure. He knew their magic could affect him, just as he could manipulate reality with his genjutsu. But he was not intimidated. Genjutsu was his domain, and even the mystic arts had their limits.

"You think your magic can stop me?" Jason's voice was cold, and he raised his hand, activating his Mangekyō Sharingan once again. Reality began to twist. The world around him started to bend and fold as if it were a delicate sheet of paper, and the Avengers, along with the sorcerers, were caught in his illusion. Time slowed, space warped, and they were all trapped in a darkened world of Jason's making.

However, Doctor Strange wasn't caught off guard. His eyes glowed with the power of the Eye of Agamotto, and with a flash, the illusion shattered. The Ancient One and her disciples stood resolute, the air around them vibrating with the intensity of their magic.

"He's a force of nature." Doctor Strange muttered to himself, "But he's not invincible. We need more power, more allies."

Strange turned to the sky, as if seeking a new ally, and his call was heard. Odin, the All-Father, ruler of Asgard, stood at the helm of his forces. The ancient king of the gods had sensed the tremors of Jason's machinations, and he was not about to let this human warlord destroy everything he had fought to protect. Odin, wielding the might of Gungnir, his spear, and backed by his warriors, descended from the heavens with a crack of thunder, his presence a resounding boom.

"Jason Uchiha, you will answer for your deeds." Odin's voice was a deep rumble, full of the weight of centuries of power. The Asgardians descended like a storm, their weapons at the ready, led by Odin himself.

Jason sneered. "Another old god seeking to stand in my way? You do not know the power I command, Odin. You've fought wars, but you've never fought someone like me."

As Odin and his warriors engaged Jason's clones, the true battle for Earth was beginning. The Avengers, now reinforced by the Ancient One and Odin's forces, pressed forward with renewed resolve. Thor, now with the weight of his father's presence bolstering him, hurled Mjolnir at Jason's clones, the mystical hammer crackling with divine energy.

Jason's clones fought fiercely, but they were outmatched. The Thor and Odin tag-team was unstoppable, each god's power enhancing the other's. Iron Man, emboldened by their support, blasted through the battlefield with his upgraded suit, a beacon of technology that cleaved through enemies with precision. The Ancient One and Doctor Strange conjured shields of magic to ward off Jason's attacks, holding the front line while the Avengers prepared for their next strike.

Yet, despite all of this power, Jason remained confident. He hadn't brought the fight to a head yet. He was playing with them. The time to show his true strength was coming.

But Jason had underestimated another force—T'Challa, the Black Panther. As the king of Wakanda, T'Challa had been watching from the shadows. His intelligence network had been gathering information on Jason and his plans, and now, it was time to step into the fray.

Draped in his vibranium suit, the Black Panther emerged onto the battlefield with a ferocity that matched the gods themselves. His movements were a blur, and his claws raked across the clones, tearing through them with ease. T'Challa's agility and speed caught Jason off guard for the first time. The Black Panther was not just a king; he was a warrior, and in battle, he was unmatched.

"You've caused enough damage." T'Challa's voice was fierce as he faced Jason directly. "Now, you'll face the people of Wakanda."

Jason, momentarily stunned by the speed of the attack, summoned his Sharingan once again to lock eyes with T'Challa, hoping to take control of his mind. But to his surprise, the Black Panther's will was unyielding. The vibranium suit, resistant to both physical and mental manipulation, protected T'Challa from the effects of Jason's genjutsu.

The battle between the two was fierce, with Jason weaving through his techniques and T'Challa countering with his unparalleled agility and resourcefulness. Vibranium claws clashed against the energy of the Kamui, Jason's portal technique narrowly avoiding T'Challa's deadly strikes.

But even with the Black Panther, the battle was not yet over. As the battle raged on, a lone figure emerged from the shadows—Moon Knight. The enigmatic hero had been watching from afar, having known for some time that Jason Uchiha was a threat to the world. His methods were unconventional, his style unpredictable, but he was as dangerous as any of the Avengers.

Moon Knight's Khonshu-empowered strength made him an unpredictable variable. His attacks were disorienting and relentless, forcing Jason to focus on him as well as the oncoming tide of Avengers, gods, and sorcerers.

Jason had to admit—this was the first time in the entire war that he had felt truly challenged. His plans had always been carefully constructed, and until now, no one had truly tested him. But now, with Odin, Doctor Strange, T'Challa, and Moon Knight closing in on him, he could feel the pressure building.

Jason's eyes narrowed. This was far from over, but he had a trick up his sleeve. He began weaving seals, gathering energy for the final act of the battle. The world seemed to bend as he prepared his ultimate move—the Infinite Tsukuyomi. This was the plan he had been waiting for—the ultimate form of control. The final spell that would render the world his.

But as Jason's hands began to weave, the Ancient One and Doctor Strange saw it coming. With one final incantation, they summoned the Eye of Agamotto, unleashing its light to dispel Jason's illusions and keep him from completing his technique.

The Avengers, now joined by gods, mutants, and kings, had no intention of letting Jason succeed. The war had reached its boiling point, and the lines were being drawn. Jason's ambition, once so carefully orchestrated, was now being met with a force unlike any he had faced before.

And yet, despite the pressure, Jason smiled.

This was only the beginning.