Venomous Magic
Death was supposed to be the end.
When the ancient god Knull tore the codex from Eddie Brock, the bond between man and symbiote was violently severed. What remained of Eddie and Venom was neither alive nor dead—just fragments of consciousness clinging to each other in the void. Discarded like refuse into the cold expanse of space, they drifted in a half-living state, unable to move, unable to die.
Then came the anomaly.
A rupture in space-time—hungry, unstable, and unknowable—pulled them in. What followed was not a journey, but a collapse through existence itself. Dimensions blurred. Time fractured. Worlds passed like fading echoes. Eddie could feel Venom weakening, their once-powerful bond now fragile and fading.
And then—impact.
They fell from the sky into Hyde Park, London, sometime in the 1970s. Broken. Bleeding. Barely conscious.
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