Omnipotent – Oshtur!
Hoary – Hoggoth!
All-Seeing – Agamotto!
In a trance, the Trinity Gods simultaneously reached out toward the Ancient One.
In an instant, the primal magical flame ignited in her eye sockets. Her withered and aged body began to expand, as if youth itself, power, and ancient strength entered her.
The binding magical chains that held her down could not withstand it. They vanished in the same moment, melted away by the flame of primal magic.
"Dormammu!" her voice thundered through the entire dimension.
"Do you truly wish to know what it means to be Supreme?"
The power of primordial magic overflowed through her form.
The Ancient One grew until her body became colossal, the planet beneath her feet looking like a mere step.
What began as classic high-level magic – Hoggoth's Ancient Body, had now become something far more terrifying. For she had received the blessing of the Vishanti themselves.
The Ancient One had now mastered the power of the ancient god Hoggoth.
"I'll tell you!"
"This… is Supreme!"
Flame engulfed her face. Her left hand turned into a high-energy hammer of pure fire, while in her right hand appeared a magical sword kilometers long, the Sword of the Vishanti.
Dormammu was struck speechless for a moment. Countless thoughts flashed through his consciousness, but they all condensed into one word:
"Vishanti…" he said, almost in disbelief.
The Ancient One, who was supposed to be devoured by old age, now strode across the dimension as a titanic figure. The blazing sword was pointed straight at him. And he felt, the power that could destroy him.
"Ancient One… the energy you owe me is repaid… I will send you away from here…"
"No need!" she snapped and swung the sword.
The light shone so fiercely that the entire Dark Dimension blazed with a white flash.
On the corrupted planets, billions of beings raised their eyes, freed from darkness for a moment. In that single instant, they saw the light.
Boom!
Dormammu could not evade. The dark energy quickly gathered, forming a barrier before him. But in the next moment, the white light pierced through it. The explosion spread, erasing everything around it. Several nearby planets vanished as if they had never existed.
"Aaaaagh!" Dormammu roared, wrapped in fury.
"Ancient One! Will you truly fight me to the end!?"
"Why not!" she answered without hesitation.
She appeared right in front of him, enormous and wrapped in the fire of primal magic. Her left hand, the hammer carrying the flame of eternity, struck down upon him.
Boom!
Dormammu's body was pierced by the force of the blow, the fire of primal magic tearing through his dark form and exploding out the other side. The energy wave rushed deep into the infinite darkness of the dimension, erasing planets and stars wherever it passed.
…
On a purple-black planet, Aron watched the sight with wide eyes. He was stunned, almost lost.
"This… isn't right…" he muttered. "Who the hell is saving whom?"
He lowered his gaze to the time magic glittering on his wrist. All the preparations he had made might not be necessary at all.
At the start, Aron had prepared several options:
First, the exorcism ritual. Dormammu was the ruler of the Dark Dimension, but not its original entity. The ritual might work, or it might not. It was worth a try.
Second, he had the Eye of Agamotto, with which he could imitate Strange's negotiations and perhaps delay or limit Dormammu's power.
And finally, his real plan.
"If everything else fails, I'll summon an entire gallery of the worst villains from other universes. We'll die together, but the Dark Dimension will be destroyed."
In his mind, he already had a list: the monster known as The Beast from DC, then Cthulhu's Azathoth, even the Crimson King… and many more.
If Dormammu represented the devil, Aron was ready to throw an entire army of hellish deities at him.
"Big deal, we'll all go down together!" he thought. "If it has to end, we'll end it together."
But now, everything was different.
If the Ancient One was like a warrior carrying explosives to face the enemy… then Aron imagined himself as a man with two nuclear bombs in his hands, ready to blow everything up in an instant.
But now… the Ancient One had played her hidden card, even greater than his. As if she had stolen the table from him, played the strongest move, and placed it right before him.
Aron just stood, nearly speechless, realizing she had just played the nuclear card he hadn't even imagined.
"If I hadn't come, that old woman would probably have signed her own death sentence," Aron thought as he watched the scene before him.
He knew that, had he not arrived, the Ancient One might have faced complete death.
"Now she should be at the level of a universe, right?" Aron looked at the Ancient One, who in the distance appeared as large as a planet. He felt a chill, the battle between her and Dormammu was not something he should interfere in. The consequences could be catastrophic; entire worlds could vanish in an instant.
And yet, Aron pulled out the Reality Stone. Along with it appeared a sofa, potato chips, and sunglasses. He sat down, put on the shades, and, completely nonchalant, pulled out his phone to record this epic duel.
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In the dark dimension
The battle between the Ancient One and Dormammu had already devastated vast parts of the dimension. Fragments of planets floated everywhere around them, turned into a massive asteroid belt.
"Impressive…" Dormammu's voice trembled.
The Ancient One's power exceeded his expectations. The ruler of countless dimensions, the conqueror who called himself invincible, was now beginning to feel pressure.
He was being pushed back, into his own void.
But even then Dormammu knew, the scale of victory was still tilted in his favor.
"Ancient One! You won't last long!"
He raised his hand, and the darkness of the dimension exploded into a form of endless energy, a flood pouring out like a river without end.
But the Ancient One simply raised her left hand. It turned into a massive energy hammer.
One strike!
The destructive river of darkness shattered. Planetary fragments nearby were erased from existence, turned to dust.
"Enough playing with you," she said coldly. She knew time was running out, that she wouldn't be able to sustain such effort for long. But she was ready for one last attempt.
In her hand appeared the Sword of the Vishanti, and at its tip began to gather light as white as the very source of creation.
Her figure was growing smaller, her energy waning, but… the power she had summoned was primordial, pure, unrestrained.
"Dormammu… now you understand what it means to be Sorcerer Supreme?"
The magic in her eyes began to fade, but the sword shone ever brighter.
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Dormammu felt cold fear clutch his very being.
"Wait! Ancient One! Stop!"
For the first time, the ruler of darkness was panicking.
His voice had lost all arrogance.
"We can both leave! Allow me to take my followers and abandon everything! It's true, I swear! Don't go further!"
But the Ancient One did not respond. She silently swung the sword.
And then darkness vanished.
White.
Only endless white.
The Dark Dimension no longer had darkness, wiped away by the pure flash.
Dormammu felt the end and, in despair, abandoned everything. He retreated, fled, abandoned the dimension he had called his own for centuries. He did not even dare to think of resisting.
The black-purple planets of darkness disappeared like snowflakes under the sun.
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"…!!!"
Aron's sunglasses were flooded with white light. His popcorn fell from his hand. His phone slipped to the ground.
From the white flash emerged the Ancient One. She approached him, picked up the phone and the bag of chips from the floor, and calmly placed them back in his hands.
"Don't take such risks next time," she said gently. "I have lived for centuries. You are still young. You must not expose yourself to unnecessary danger."
On her face was the same calm smile.
Aron stood frozen. His sunglasses hung crookedly on his face.
"Aron, remember," she continued. "Whatever happens in the future, Kamar-Taj is your harbor. Your home in this world. From the moment you stepped into it, it was your place."
She straightened his sunglasses, just as a mother would adjust a child's.
Her body began to fade, scattering like the planets that disappeared in the white light around them.
"I'm sorry if I frightened you," she said softly, becoming more transparent.
When she was almost gone, Aron snapped out of his shock.
"I know you would like to rest,"
"But the problem is…"
"I don't allow sentimental departures in this story!"
BOOM!
Golden energy struck the Ancient One straight in her bald head, at the very moment she was about to disperse.
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