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"Magic Superman? You're Nolan?!"
Kaecilius froze. Even though he was entrenched in the mystic arts, he wasn't blind to the outside world.
The dia had been buzzing with headlines about the tech mogul turned superhuman the silver-armored enigma wielding science-like sorcery.
But what stunned him wasn't Nolan's reputation it was the fact that he'd joined Kamar-Taj.
Kaecilius clenched his fists, then began twisting the Mirror Dinsion itself. Buildings warped. Streets folded inward. The environnt rippled like glass underwater.
But Nolan's body erupted in a surge of orange-yellow eldritch light.
Two magical titans collided within the dinsion, distorting reality. Gravity flipped unpredictably. Rogers and the others tumbled midair up, then down, then sideways so of them nearly vomiting from the chaos.
Mordo quickly conjured stabilization sigils, anchoring them in place.
He stared grimly at Kaecilius. "How... how has his magical output grown so vast?"
Even Mordo could barely comprehend it. Nolan's mastery and his presence rivaled archmages who had trained for decades.
Kaecilius barked, "How do you have this much magic?!"
He had expected so novice handpicked by the Ancient One. Talented maybe, but untrained. Even if Nolan wielded the Mirror Dinsion, Kaecilius still believed in his own superiority and his gifts from Dormammu.
But magic wasn't just about knowledge.
It was about willpower. And Nolan's ntal strength, amplified by his natural psionics, allowed him to draw magic like a dam bursting wide.
His connection to the Vishanti? Like being personally backed by the board of mystical directors.
Nolan blurred into motion.
CRACK.
In the blink of an eye, he was inches from Kaecilius fist rocketing forward with the force of a freight train.
The dark sorcerer barely raised a shield before the punch shattered it and hurled him like a ragdoll through the air.
BOOM.
He smashed into a wall, disintegrating it on impact.
Two hundred tons of force. Enough to obliterate a small mountain.
But Nolan didn't let up.
The Mirror Dinsion was still unstable which ant Kaecilius wasn't finished.
Sure enough, his form reappeared farther away, visibly weakened. His skin was pale. His signature smoky eye makeup is more severe.
"Damn it..."
Kaecilius cursed. Today wasn't his day. His minions were captured, and he'd underestimated this so-called "Superman Sorcerer."
In desperation, he raised his hands.
Dark magic exploded from his chest—forming a swirling black hole of corrupted energy. But just as the vortex grew, Mordo reappeared beside him, sword drawn.
"You'll go no further!"
Kaecilius sneered, "Still clinging to your pathetic ideals? You'd be stronger if you embraced Dormammu!"
He swung his arm and the black hole swallowed him whole.
Gone.
The Mirror Dinsion began to stabilize. Nolan exhaled.
Kaecilius had escaped.
He wasn't dead. And Nolan knew despite his raw power, his mastery of space-ti magic was still inferior. Kaecilius wasn't just a user of the Mirror Dinsion he was a master of it.
Even Strange, after all his training, had nearly died at his hands. If it hadn't been for the Cloak of Levitation and so divine luck...
He shook off the thought.
The scene dissolved around them glass fragnts shattering into light.
When Rogers blinked, they were back in the house.
No damage. No rubble. The ceiling is intact. The Mirror Dinsion had undone everything, leaving only mories behind.
"...Incredible," Rogers murmured.
The others, Clint, T'Challa, and Sam, were equally stunned.
Nolan's mastery of mystic power had shaken their worldview. These were warriors forged in science and steel. Magic was sothing they didn't fully understand and now, they couldn't ignore it.
The five cultists, still alive, were neatly bound in glowing orange bindings.
Nolan turned, grinning. "Captain. Long ti no see. How's Bucky?"
Falcon stepped forward, arms crossed. "Don't play innocent. Most of Bucky's injuries were your doing."
"Oh?" Nolan tilted his head. "So, he's not dead. That's... unexpected. Since when did Tony grow a conscience?"
He glanced at Rogers' silence. "Let guess. It's the Illuminati, huh? Playing the long ga."
"That's none of your concern, Dr. Nolan."
"Exactly," Nolan smirked. "Not my circus."
He opened a sling ring portal. "I'll take these five back. I'll let you know what I squeeze out of them."
Mordo nodded, casting one last look before opening his own portal. He had to report Kaecilius' newfound strength. The Dark Dinsion's influence was growing.
As Nolan turned to leave, a voice called out—
"Captain! Where's the threat?!"
A young woman jogged into the scene. Shoulder-length dark hair. Tactical uniform. Focused eyes.
Skye.
Rogers turned. "It's handled."
She followed his gaze to the retreating figure in the golden cape.
Her heart skipped.
She knew that face.
Subject: Nolan. Status: Red-level Threat. Do Not Engage.
He was on every S.H.I.E.L.D. blacklist. A walking anomaly. A superhuman who'd fused magic and technology and did it without their permission.
Nolan blinked.
"...Skye?"
He hadn't expected her here. But it made sense. The series tiline had always followed the main films. Where the Avengers went S.H.I.E.L.D. Followed.
And if Skye was here...
Then he might not be far behind.
The Inhuman who could bend gravity itself.
Graviton.
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