The Eye of Agamotto finally opened.
A glowing green light emanated from Gene’s chest as the power of the Ti Stone surged outward. The very fabric of space around him froze—ti stood still, held captive by the stone’s overwhelming force.
Dormammu narrowed his crimson eyes as he stared at the eerie green radiance on Gene’s chest. A sense of dread crawled up his spine. He had never encountered sothing quite like this before—an object so ancient, so fundantally alien, and so terrifying in its quiet power.
He felt fear. A sliver of pure, unfiltered fear.
"I don’t care what trickery you’re playing at, Earth sorcerer," Dormammu’s voice rumbled across the Dark Dinsion, thunderous and defiant. "In my realm, you’ll never defeat ."
The words weren’t just for Gene—they were for himself. Dormammu needed to believe it. In this realm of his own creation, he was the god of all things. He controlled the rules. He twisted the laws of physics and magic with ease. Here, he was omnipotent.
Yet despite his conviction, that tiny gem of fear in his core remained.
With a bestial roar, Dormammu summoned a gravitational pull so great it began to collapse nearby star-cloaked nebulae into his body, devouring planets and fog like a black hole. And then, from the depths of his being, he unleashed it—a blazing purple beam of raw power hurtled toward Gene like a teor crashing through creation itself.
Gene, calm as ever, gently rotated the floating Eye of Agamotto. Ti magic rippled outward, forming green rings that coiled around his arms like liquid silk. Before him, a mystic dial-shaped spell circle materialized, glowing and spinning.
The beam struck.
But it was as though it had entered molasses. It slowed. Slowed. Then froze—re inches from Gene’s body.
Gene’s left hand ford a seal. He twisted the "dial" counterclockwise.
The beam recoiled—literally. It reversed its trajectory and slithered back into Dormammu’s core like an angry serpent returning to its master.
Dormammu gagged. The energy re-entered him violently, as if he were swallowing lava. Smoke and fragnts burst from his massive form. Nebulae reassembled. Mist reford. Everything reset—returned to where it had been monts before.
The demon god was caught in a loop.
And then ca the déjà vu.
"I don’t care what trickery you’re playing at, Earth sorcerer," Dormammu declared again, unknowingly repeating himself. "In my realm, you’ll never—wait... What?!"
His expression cracked into stunned disbelief. "Wait... what did you just do?"
Gene said nothing.
"RAAAHHH!!!" Dormammu scread in frustration and rage, launching entire worlds toward Gene. The celestial bodies collided midair, unleashing infernos and splintering explosions. The destruction surged toward Gene with unstoppable montum.
But once more, Gene turned the dial.
Like reversing a movie, fire retreated, shattered planets reassembled, and Dormammu’s apocalyptic assault faded as if it had never happened.
"This is impossible!" Dormammu howled. His sharp, glowing tendrils lashed out, aiming to impale Gene—but they too rewound before they could land.
This... this was the power of Ti.
Dormammu, god of a tiless realm, had no understanding of the very concept now being weaponized against him.
In the MCU’s lore, the Dark Dinsion is eternal—outside ti. Dormammu had no fra of reference, no resistance, no counter to temporal manipulation.
Now, in this infinite realm, Gene was the master of ti.
And Dormammu? Just another creature shackled by its absence.
The demon god roared again. His planet-sized fists rose into the air, ready to pulverize the pest before him. But ti magic surged—green light twisted around his massive body, binding him mid-swing.
Frozen.
Gene floated forward until he was face-to-face with Dormammu’s suspended scowl. The energy of the Ti Stone blood from the Eye of Agamotto like a flower of wrath, coalescing into a pulsating green orb that hovered in front of Gene.
"I told you," Gene said coldly. "If you dared co to Earth, I’d smash that ugly face of yours and send you crawling back to the hole you ca from."
The energy sphere flared—and fired.
A devastating green beam shot into Dormammu’s face. His colossal form shattered—cracks spiderwebbed across his darkness-forged body. With an unearthly scream, his corrupted flesh disintegrated into black mist and ash.
Gone.
The great god of the Dark Dinsion was obliterated by the power of ti.
Or so it seed.
A booming voice echoed from the void, thunderous and furious:
"Foolish, arrogant Earth sorcerer! Do you think a trick like that can defeat ?! You’ll regret this! There will be consequences!"
Power rippled through the collapsing dinsion. Everything—the light, the planets, the fog—began to recede.
Gene sensed it: Dormammu wasn’t dead. He was retreating.
The dinsion itself began to shift, folding in on itself. Pathways to Earth closed. The mist drew back. The once-unstoppable tyrant was fleeing—running from the one who now held dominion over ti within his own lair.
Yes.
Dormammu was running away.
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