Kamar Taj
The Ancient One was watching with satisfaction as Strange demonstrated the Mirror Dimension.
Compared to his first arrival, Strange was now much more pleasing to the eye.
At least his magical talent had finally awakened.
The speed of learning magic was no longer the same as at the beginning. He could not learn teleportation magic in half a day, as he had once thought.
"In other words, who was the last one able to learn teleportation magic?" asked the Ancient One, in a good mood.
For a moment, she even thought about joking at Aron's expense, remembering his beginnings.
"Alas…"
"It was like the blink of an eye."
At the beginning, a novice who had tried dozens of times to learn teleportation but failed.
Now it had changed. He had become equal to others and risen to the same rank.
Looking back, the Ancient One for a moment felt a slight drowsiness.
"It's a pity that he's too lazy, his mouth is too sharp, he still doesn't listen and loves to frown…"
Just as she was listing Aron's flaws, she suddenly felt something.
The smile on her face gradually faded.
"Is this my endgame?" she whispered softly, withdrawing her smile.
Her eyes were growing cold.
Many sorcerers in the square noticed the change in the Sorcerer Supreme and stopped their movements.
The Ancient One did not say much to them. She only left one sentence:
"With practice and perseverance, it is up to you to maintain the dimension of reality."
Saying this, the Ancient One headed to the library of Kamar Taj and found Wong.
"Wong, after I leave, this place will belong to you."
"…"
Wong, who was arranging books, was stunned.
"Sorcerer Supreme… does it have to be now?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
"I have delayed it for far too long. It is time." The Ancient One smiled calmly.
She rolled up her sleeves.
"If I don't do this, people would forget what the title of Sorcerer Supreme truly means."
"…"
"All actions are transient, all laws are selfless, and every pain is but pain," said Wong slowly, taking a deep breath.
As he spoke, the Ancient One's figure disappeared behind him.
She vanished from Kamar Taj as well.
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Eternal Hell
The entire continent was stirred in its entirety.
From one end of the horizon the land rose, layering and abruptly lifting.
On the other end, hell was breaking and sinking into the depths, devoured by the power of the underworld that overturned the very ground.
The whole Eternal Hell was shaking, as if it would collapse into itself.
The sky turned in a chaotic vortex.
Several Heavenly Fathers simultaneously burst into battle.
A sight never seen before.
Warriors, brave heroes, demons, and even the native creatures of Eternal Hell, all stopped.
The battle was now fought for only one goal:
to board Naglfar, the pale ship of death, the only path to survival.
Boom!
The fight between Aron and Mephisto had turned into a cataclysmic turmoil.
In one moment the clash was on the ground, in the next it was breaking the heavens, tearing mountain ranges apart and spilling lava everywhere.
"Is this all you can do, human!?" Mephisto roared, his body distorting and swelling into a colossal giant.
He stood like a mountain on the already tilted plate of the hellish continent.
"Hah! That's exactly what I should be asking you!" Aron was engulfed in hellfire.
His body of flesh and blood burned down to the bone, he had become a walking flaming skeleton, like a Spirit of Vengeance.
Behind his flaming skeleton spread a dark circle like a black hole, devouring the light of the hellish realm itself.
That was the power of the Shadow Dimension.
In his hands, however, burned two demonic forces, one red, one black.
The power of Mephisto and the power of Belath, now fused within him.
And from the eye sockets of the skeleton shone the dark purple energy of Quaggs.
"Mephisto… looks like that is all you are," said Aron, with empty, cold eyes.
For the first time since he had fought against the "great" lords of darkness, Aron felt the truth:
The so-praised rulers, titans, and lords of evil were nothing more than titles.
Mephisto was not that frightening.
"…"
Faced with his words, even Mephisto, consumed by rage, found himself in rare silence.
He had lived and ruled for thousands of years, but had never seen anything like this.
Before him was a man… and at the same time the embodiment of thousands of demons.
Every dark, accursed force existed within him in perfect harmony.
"What are you?" Mephisto asked hoarsely.
Aron tilted his skeletal head, his smile stretching across bare jaws.
"Me? My name is Aron."
In the next moment, he vanished from sight.
Boom!
The explosion of power blew apart mountains. Lucifer's River Styx, the Thorn Forest, the River of Fire, and the Land of Carrion, everything he had built for thousands of years was leveled to the ground.
Eternal Hell fell apart into pieces.
"Enough! Stop!" Lucifer could not endure any longer.
If this continued, the title of Lord of Hell would be meaningless.
For what does it mean to rule hell, if hell no longer exists?
In a rush of despair and fury, Lucifer flew onto the battlefield between Aron and Mephisto.
But the very next moment, a dark purple ray enveloped the space.
"!?"
He did not even have time to react.
His body suddenly lost the ground beneath his feet.
His legs were cut off and fell like dead weight.
"Lucifer?"
"You do not deserve that name!"
Aron appeared before him in a fraction of a second.
The flaming empty eyes of his skeleton were fixed directly on Lucifer's.
"Look at me!" Aron thundered.
The Eye of Judgment activated.
"No! No, no, NO!!" Lucifer's scream echoed through hell.
His eyes widened in horror as the torments of all those he had tortured passed through him.
Souls trapped in rivers of thorns, devoured by fish with sharp teeth, pierced to the core by spikes, burned in seas of fire, rotting in lands of carrion…
All that pain, all those cries, suddenly turned into Lucifer's sin.
"You! You are guilty!"
The cold, relentless judgment fell upon him.
Lucifer fell to his knees, brought low, as his eyes were consumed by endless torment.
His soul was forced to feel all that he had inflicted upon others, until the sins were atoned.
The crimson verdict began tearing him apart from within.
The path to his final death was inevitable.
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