Within the mirror space of Eternal Hell.
Hela paid no attention to the arrival of the Ancient One, for she had a far more pressing task before her.
Like the Ancient One, she was fighting alone against two titans of Hell.
Hades and Satana, united, could barely keep up against her.
The battle was uncertain, a tense clash where no one could gain the upper hand quickly.
Though it all seemed fragile, the balance was maintained.
No one could claim victory in haste.
But soon…
Buzz!
A dark purple beam of annihilation cut through space.
In his original colossal form, Hades became the target.
The beam struck him and tore him apart.
His massive body split open from his stomach downward, dividing into two halves.
"Aaaaah!"
Hades roared in pain.
His legendary defense was worthless before the devastating rays of annihilation.
"Just like that… you look powerless."
Aron teleported in front of Hades, his eyes glowing once more with that dark purple light.
Buzz!
The annihilation beams fired at point-blank range, ripping into Hades's face in a series of devastating blasts.
Another Heavenly Father had fallen.
The second in a row to die at Aron's hand.
"Darling?"
Hela looked up, recognizing the beams of destruction and realizing Aron had arrived.
"We'll talk later. There's one left." Aron turned toward Satana.
Once a seductive ruler of Hell, famed for her allure and power, now stood drenched in blood and wounds, barely maintaining a human form.
"What is this?" Aron muttered, frowning.
His eyes glowed purple once again.
But before he could unleash the annihilation beams, a deafening explosion echoed through space.
The Ancient One.
Mephisto.
Satanish.
Three immense forces clashed within the hellish dimension, obliterating everything in their wake.
The very space of Eternal Hell crumbled instantly.
Continents split apart, mountains, rivers of lava, and the very structure of the dimension were reduced to dust.
Energy spread outward like rings, peeling space apart layer by layer, exposing the naked void of the cosmos.
"Cloak of the Great Demonic Shadow!"
Sensing the threatening force, Aron pulled Hela into his arms and unfurled the cloak behind him.
He had once asked Wong: who was the previous owner of this powerful cloak?
Wong had hesitated, but under Aron's insistence, had confessed with a trembling voice:
"He is known by many names… the Great Shadow, the Elder God… but the most famous name is — the God of Black Magic."
"It is… Chthon."
The cloak spread wide like a bottomless black hole, fully absorbing the incoming destructive energy.
Aron and Hela were unharmed.
Moreover, the cloak had not even reached the limit of its power.
"No! No! Noooo!!!"
Satana, without any protection, was struck directly by the force of the colliding energies.
Her body was covered in thousands of cuts, her blood and flesh melting as if consumed by hellfire.
Her screams echoed through the dimension, and then she vanished entirely in the surge of destruction.
The demoness, daughter of Satan, heir to the purest bloodline of Hellish power, was destroyed.
Gone in the storm of battle.
"Is this the power of the Sorcerer Supreme?"
Hela, still in Aron's arms, stared at the terrifying energy spreading around them.
If the Ancient One could unleash such power…
How powerful must Odin, her own father, have been?
Was it truly possible that Odin, of all beings, had been powerless and had sealed her away in the Underworld of Helheim?
For the first time, Hela doubted.
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Soon, the destructive energy dissipated.
The mirror space had served its purpose and completely collapsed.
Thanks to that space, the true Eternal Hell remained intact.
The scorched earth, shattered peaks, and apocalyptic scene still remained.
And that was a blessing… because without the mirror dimension's protection, the entire Eternal Hell would have been leveled.
The energy faded, and the result of the battle became clear.
Of the three mighty combatants, only the Ancient One remained standing, calm and serene, as if nothing had happened.
Mephisto and Satanish lay on the ground, defeated.
"You're one hell of a mage, hats off to you," said Aron, giving a thumbs up in recognition.
After withdrawing the Cloak of the Great Demonic Shadow, he walked toward the Ancient One.
"Don't come closer, boy," her voice suddenly rang out.
Aron wanted to ask why, but then—
Boom!
The sky cracked open.
The entire universe above Eternal Hell began to collapse.
Among the falling layers of reality, stars appeared.
And then two colossal, blazing eyes opened.
Beneath them, a face vast as the heavens themselves, with countless grooves snaking across its surface.
The very breath of destruction enveloped all present.
"Dormammu!" Aron recognized him immediately.
That iconic face was no different from the one in the movie.
"This small fragment of a Hell Dimension isn't even worth devouring," Dormammu's voice resounded, cold and scornful.
As the ruler of the Dark Dimension, he had devoured countless universes and pocket dimensions. He was known as one of the greatest multidimensional lords, superior to most demon gods.
"You thief of power… do you think I will let you go?" His eyes lowered, focusing only on the Ancient One.
The other souls on the battlefield were beneath his notice. Too weak to even glance at.
Were it not for her, Dormammu would never have answered Satanish's summoning.
The Ancient One remained calm.
She had long been prepared for this day.
"Dormammu, come then," she said, flying toward the rift leading into the Dark Dimension.
"Wait! Don't go there!" Aron was stunned by her action.
What are you doing, he thought.
Am I to just let that demon hurt you?
Seeing the Ancient One willingly walk toward death, Aron did not hesitate.
Even if it meant missing the chance to finish Mephisto, it didn't matter.
He pulled out the exorcism cards.
Activated the ritual.
"Dormammu or any demon god, I don't care! Let this end it!"
White light illuminated Hell.
First Hela, standing closest to Aron, vanished.
Then Mephisto and Satanish, wounded and broken.
Finally, the colossal face spanning the heavens, Dormammu.
One by one, they all vanished.
Even the Ancient One.
She went with them.
Aron was left alone, stunned.
In that moment, he realized just how strong her desire for death truly was.
So strong that even with all his power, even when he gave everything to save her, she did not waver from her chosen path.
"Why do you strive so much for this…" Aron muttered, shaking his head as he reached for the Space Stone.
He opened a portal, following the traces of those who had vanished.
Without a moment's hesitation, he stepped inside.
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