Hellfire Gala is the third issue in the Gallery series, introduced in Season 2 of Marvel Rivals. It features ? Gallery Cards: the first two are unlocked via BattlePass progression, and the other ? by completing Season Events.
Hellfire Gala[]
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Ages of Ultron[]
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Impending Doom[]
To tell the truth, I scoffed when the invitation was first delivered to my floating fortress, the Libera Cielo. But even Doom occasionally judges too soon.
After decades out of the spotlight, Emma Frost had suddenly found the audacity to throw another one of her gaudy galas. For some indiscernible reason, she thought it proper to invite me to revel alongside the commoners. I momentarily considered wiping her pathetic little Mutant island from the face of the globe for such an insult. But Doom chose to show restraint... and now I am glad I did...
Soon after Frost initially extended her offer, I was performing a scientific experiment designed to tap into the time-bending power of Chronovium crystals. During the trial, I caught a glimpse of a possible future where all living beings on this planet — human and Mutant alike — had seemingly been conquered by machines. Countless lives had been lost in the brutal battle that unfolded, and those that remained had been converted into nightmarish fusions of technological and organic matter. At the heart of it all, I saw the architect of this apocalypse — a face that I had not gazed upon in decades. The grinning, robotic visage of Ultron.
I immediately changed the focus of my experimentation, attempting to prevent this dark future by using Chronovium to erase any traces of Ultron from our timeline. But alas, the accursed Timestream Entanglement — unleashed by the reckless actions of my past self — had caused the flow of time to become more complex and non-linear. I was able to successfully remove key moments from Ultron’s past, as if they had never happened, but the mechanical menace itself still remained. And as a result of my tampering, I fear that Ultron may have been unintentionally altered to my machinations.
The next morning, a legion of my Doombots defied my direct orders, turning to me and uttering one simple phrase in unison: “I am coming home.” Naturally, I destroyed them all instantly. But Ultron’s message had been received, loud and clear. And while I could not be certain that his targets were set on me, Doom takes no risks when it comes to personal safety. I would have to make a bold move to secure the temporal power needed to finish Ultron before he ascertained that I was his assailant.
That is when my brilliant mind drifted back to Krakoa, home of the Mutants and site of their approaching Hellfire Gala. I was well aware that the entire nation had materialized here in my era, torn from an earlier place in time, not so long ago. Every living cell of the island must have been bathed in chronal energy... the very kind needed to complete my work...
And so, despite my initial misgivings, I realized that the time had come to make my presence known. For while Doom has never been one for festivities, he has always been one to seize opportunities. And the Mutants have offered one far too great to go unanswered.
Uncanny X-Men[]
”You look like Hell, Logan.” Magik said. “And I should know. I’ve been there and back.” “You ain’t lookin’ so swell yourself, snowflake,” Wolverine replied, gesturing toward a huge tear in the Queen of Limbo’s elaborate ball gown. “So much for high fashion, eh?”
What had begun as an opulent evening of dancing and dining on the shores of Krakoa had unexpectedly erupted into total chaos when Ultron and his mechanical minions hacked their way through a gateway and invaded the island. Every hero in attendance had immediately leapt into action to defend the Mutant nation from the technological terrorist. But for Wolverine and his fellow X-Men, this battle was a direct assault on their home. It was personal. And Wolverine knew that when things got personal , they tended to get ugly. Fast.
”You’re wounded,” Psylocke said, placing a hand on Wolverine’s shoulder, right above the spot where a laser beam had burned straight through his jacket, searing a hole into the flesh that it had once covered.
”I’ll heal, Sai,” Wolverine replied. “Eventually.”
”Too bad these fancy clothes Emma made us wear aren’t built for battle the same way we are,” Magik said.
”Agreed,” Namor added, slicing his way through a trio of robotic drones with his trident. “I came dressed for a social event, not a war.”
”Maybe I can help ya with that,” Wolverine said. “We just have to make it to the Sextant.”
”The what...?” Namor said, raising a curious eyebrow. Psylocke cringed as she read the sea king’s mind.
”It ain’t what it sounds like, ya deep sea creeper,” Wolverine growled. “The Sextant is a habitat on Krakoa’s north shore. It’s where our youngest Mutants live and train.”
“And when they train,” Magik added, “They are required to do so in the proper uniform. Of course!”
”Well? What’re we waitin’ for?” Wolverine asked. “Let’s go get you some gear so we can finish this fight!”
Wolverine slashed his way through Ultron’s army, leading his fellow Mutants across the battlefield toward the northern edge of the island. The others added to the growing piles of scrap and circuits as they used their own weapons of choice — Magik with her Soulsword, Psylocke with her katana, and Namor with his trident — to decimate the droves of dangerous drones.
When they finally reached the Sextant, Wolverine led them into ALPHA House, where they found a storage chest full of uniforms.
”Its been a hot minute since I rocked the old Blue and Gold,” Magik said, reminiscing.
”I am not used to having so much of my body covered,” Namor said with mild irritation as he pulled on one of the form fitting garments.
”Nor am I,” Psylocke replied. “But I find it to be a welcome change.”
”I think it suits you well,” Magik said with a smile.
”You know what they say...” Wolverine said, popping his claws once more as he led his freshly-outfitted squad back into the fray.
”The classics never go out of style.”