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[Postscript]

Stark Industries Building

Inside the Stark Industries Building, Tony Stark labored in front of a holographic projection, his face marked with exhaustion and dark circles under his eyes.

Pepper entered with their young daughter, Morgan, in her arms. "Aren't you going to rest?" she chided gently.

"I can't sleep," Stark sighed heavily. "I have to bring Vision back. He's important to Jarvis and Wanda."

The return of Thanos and the appearance of Nemesis had left their painful marks on the world. The loss of the Mind Stone and Vision's subsequent death weighed heavily on Wanda, the Scarlet Witch, and Stark alike.

After all, Vision was partly Jarvis, Stark's longtime assistant and friend. Stark felt responsible for both Wanda and her brother, striving to resurrect Vision through technological means.

However, this task was exceedingly difficult. Vision straddled the line between being and machine, intricately linked with the Mind Stone. Without the Stone, Stark's technology alone couldn't achieve resurrection.

"By the way, Pepper, have you noticed anything different about Wanda?" Stark hesitated.

"What do you mean?"

After a moment of silence, Stark continued, "Since Vision's death, I feel her spirit has been... off. I'm worried about what she might do."

His voice lowered. "Her power seems greater than any of us imagined."

"Dad," Morgan murmured softly.

Stark paused, then waved his hand to deactivate the projection. Turning to his family, he said, "Alright, it's time to rest."

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A cross stood in front of a modest earthen tomb, placed at an angle that resembled an "X".

Wolverine's Tomb.

However, Logan's body was absent; instead, it had been removed from the tomb. The once fierce Wolverine now appeared as if he had merely closed his eyes for a brief rest, his grizzled beard touched by unfading frost.

Forseti's hand shimmered as he applied the soul mark of the Ghost Wolf Lo'Gosh onto Logan's body.

A flash of Lay on Hands, and Wolverine stirred, his eyes opening as if from a long slumber.

Logan rose to his feet.

Glancing at his body, he murmured, "I... am resurrected?"

"Yes," Forseti smiled, "Born anew after calamity. You are reborn, Logan."

Lo'Gosh had found resonance with Logan's soul, bringing Wolverine back to life after a mortal battle.

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The newly completed New Asgard stood proudly in the Pacific Ocean, its architecture still magnificent and distinctly different from Earth's structures. Asgardians continued to dwell here in their realm of gods.

Humans had gradually acclimated to the presence of the Realm of Earthly Gods, occasionally seen on the island. Thor's beloved Jane Foster was a frequent visitor, and human members of the Silver Hand Knights often visited as well.

On the palace balcony, Forseti and Hela leaned close, gazing out to sea as they conversed in low tones.

"Now that you're fulfilling the duty of protecting Asgard and the Eight Realms, you're better suited as a king than I... How about I become a queen from now on?" Hela looked up at her husband, expressing a desire to relinquish her queenly role and perhaps experience being a homemaker.

Forseti had never sought the throne and replied casually, "I lack the experience of a king. Let me continue as Asgard's prince, and you, my queen."

After a pause, he added, "Besides, it's not the Nine Realms anymore but the Eight."

Hela was taken aback. "What happened to the Ninth Realm?"

"I... don't really fancy the title 'Lord of the Eight Realms.' It sounds odd," Forseti explained.

Hela fell silent for a moment, then mused, "But... I'm a bit uncertain about balancing my queenly duties and the new role I'm about to take on. Are you truly unwilling to be king for me, my husband?"

"New role?" Forseti inquired.

"Mother," Hela whispered, placing a hand on her belly.

"What?" Forseti was stunned, struggling to process the news.

At that moment, a sudden exclamation rang out from outside, particularly Thor's voice, echoing throughout Asgard.

"By the gods!"

"Incredible!"

Forseti and Hela sensed something amiss and hurried to follow the commotion to Eir's herb garden.

"What's happening, sister?" Forseti asked as they arrived at the usually quiet garden, now bustling with spectators.

"Shilut... he..." Eir's face lit up with tears and laughter, about to share some news.

"I am Groot!" A deep voice echoed like stone drums, revealing Shilut, who was thought incapable of speech until now.

Forseti was equally astonished at Shilut's newfound ability to speak.

"I am Shilut!" Shilut asserted, facing off against Groot, the ten-times-taller stone figure.

"I am Groot!"

"I am Shilut!"

"I am Groot..."

Blinking in surprise, Forseti turned to Eir. "What's going on?"

"I have no idea," Eir shook her head, bemused. "Shilut and Groot have developed this way after spending time together."

"I am Shilut!"

"I am Groot!"

"..."

Laughter filled the air as people watched Shilut and Groot's playful banter, the herb garden brimming with joy.

Forseti chuckled briefly but then remembered something crucial. Turning to his wife Hela, he asked urgently, "What did you just say?"

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