Wolverine Of Outworld

Khaos Reigns Endgame Finale

A few days had passed since Y/N's tragic death. The pain was still fresh in everyone's minds, but there was a sense of purpose too, a determination to honor his memory in the best way they could. Grief was one thing, but they all knew that Y/N would have wanted them to keep moving forward. The gathering at Outworld was unlike anything seen before. Citizens from various realms had come together, a display of unity and respect for Y/N's deeds. Among them, all the Y/N's who had fought beside him against Titan Havik had come to pay their respects.

Tanya lead the way, flanked by the members of the Umgadi, their disciplined gait indicating their years of training and purpose. The Umgadi held the casket carefully, respecting the life that had once been within. The crowd of mourners parted as the Umgadi and Tanya approached, creating a path to the makeshift altar. The air was heavy with anticipation, everyone aware of the significant moment about to happen.

As the crowd parted, the sight of several children wearing handmade Wolverine masks stood out. Their eyes were filled with sadness, yet there was also a touch of admiration and respect for the hero who had given his life. It was a poignant reminder of the impact Y/N had had on these young minds. The masks were crudely made, but the intent was clear. It was a way for the children to feel more connected to Y/N, to pay tribute to the hero they had looked up to. The adults in attendance couldn't help but feel a stab of sorrow seeing them, a cruel reminder that Y/N would never be able to see these masks in person, to know the depth of his impact on these young lives.

Fire God Liu Kang, Emperor Rain, Empress Tanya, Scorpion, Cyrax, Kung Lao, Raiden, Johnny Cage, Reptile and a select few others stood near the altar, attired in pure white robes provided by Liu Kang. The stark contrast of the attire against the somber atmosphere was intended to symbolize the purity of Y/N's soul and the ideals he fought for.

Ashrah, X-23, Kitana, and Mileena followed in a group, their white robes flowing as they walked towards the center of Sindel's palace. Each of them was lost in thought - some looked resolute, some were fighting back tears. Regardless of their varying reactions, it was clear that all of them were deeply affected by the loss they were there to mourn. Ashrah's pain was uniquely profound, amplified by the knowledge that she was carrying Y/N's child within her. The weight of his sacrifice, made to save her and everyone in all the realms, hung heavily over her. Despite the grief, there was a quiet strength in her eyes - a resolve to honor Y/N's memory and bring their child into the world.

Fire God Liu Kang stepped up before the silent crowd, everyone's eyes fixed on him as he prepared to give a speech. There was a profound sadness in his eyes, but also a sense of duty and respect. The weight of the moment was tangible, and the silence deepened, the only sound that of a quiet breeze through the palace.

Fire God Liu Kang took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before beginning.

Liu Kang: Today, we have gathered here to say goodbye to a hero, a friend, a loved one. Y/N was more than just a warrior, more than just a champion. He was a symbol of courage, of selflessness, and of the indomitable spirit that resides within us all. Throughout his life, he faced countless challenges and trials, and never once shied away from doing what was right. He gave his life not for himself, but for us all. For the very existence of the realms...

He paused for a moment, his eyes sweeping across the sorrowful faces in the crowd.

Liu Kang: His sacrifice will never be forgotten, and his memory shall live on in all our hearts. We will never forget his kindness, his determination, his unyielding desire to protect those he loved. We will never forget the legacy he leaves behind. But most importantly, we will never forget the man behind the myth. The man who, despite his strength, his powers, his abilities, was just like us - human.