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Dormammu howled in rage as Odin's spear slamd into his skull again. Even bound to the Dark Dinsion, his soul still reeled under the blow. The connection ant he could reform, but it required ti ti filled with agony.
Why endure that pain if it could be avoided?
The Ancient One answered with another strike. Golden sigils spun into a blazing wheel, smashing into his head like a collapsing star.
CRACK!
Dormammu scread. His titanic skull split with fractures, dark energy spilling out in torrents. The impact carried soul magic shattering yet another piece of his essence.
And within, sothing pulsed.
A core.
Like a beating heart.
The very nucleus of the Dark Dinsion.
Nolan's eyes narrowed. He'd seen such cores before dinsional anchors. Without hesitation, he flashed to Dormammu's side, hand reaching toward it.
"NO!" Dormammu bellowed, panic flaring for the first ti. If that core was seized, the wound would deepen beyond repair. He summoned shadows to defend it but scarlet light lashed out.
Wanda.
The Darkhold's chaos power unraveled his defense, stripping away control. The Dark Dinsion itself, which normally answered only to Dormammu, faltered under her intervention.
Nolan's hand brushed the core. Dormammu's laughter returned, jagged and cruel.
"You think you can claim my dinsion? Fool! You've never studied dark sorcery. Your essence isn't attuned. The Dark Dinsion has a master and it is !"
"Teacher!" Nolan called.
The Ancient One slamd down another golden wheel, shattering the fragnts of Dormammu's reforming soul. He howled again, his vast body convulsing.
Odin frowned, his aged face showing rare doubt.
"Ancient One… are you certain? If he fails, the corruption will consu him. If the Dark Dinsion takes him, even the three of us together may not stop what he becos. Shouldn't you claim it instead?"
The Ancient One shook her head, dark runes flickering faintly across her brow. "No. I trust him."
Nolan's body was already marked with crawling black sigils, his flesh resisting the corrosive tide pouring into him. Dormammu sneered.
"You're finished. To devour a dinsion? Madness! You'll burn from the inside. Then you'll kneel to , bound forever as my puppet!"
But Nolan only smiled. "Almost there."
Behind him, two-dinsional spheres spun into being, orbiting like twin suns. Odin's eyes widened. Even Dormammu faltered.
"Two… dinsions?"
It was unheard of. A dinsional lord fused their soul with a single plane, powerful but limited. Their strength was capped by the dinsion they controlled. To rge with more was impossible… at least, it should have been.
Dormammu's shock turned to fury. "Those aren't mature dinsions! You can't possibly use them to consu mine! And this is my realm how are you drawing on them here?"
Then he realized. Nolan wasn't drawing from a distant dinsion. The power was fused inside his body.
Instead of rging into a dinsion, he had dragged dinsional gateways into himself. His own flesh had beco the anchor, the conduit.
It was insane. No sorcerer survived such an inversion. To channel a dinsion through the body was suicide.
A single misstep, and the vessel would explode, soul annihilated, dinsion destabilized.
But Nolan wasn't just surviving.
He was feeding.
Dormammu's vast form convulsed as the truth struck him his power was being siphoned away. The Dark Dinsion itself shrank, its energy bleeding into Nolan's body.
The corrosion ant to destroy him reversed course, flowing inward like a black tide swallowed by a greater abyss.
Dormammu's voice broke with disbelief.
"Impossible! That… that's the Abyss! How do you carry the Abyss within you?!"
The unthinkable had begun.
Nolan was devouring the Dark Dinsion itself.
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