Egypt, the Pyramids.
Pharaoh nis, clutching the Eye of Horus, eyed the young man in white warily. His instincts scread that this man was dangerous, even though he wore the face of soone serene and harmless.
"Who are you?!"
"I am Cuba, a devoted servant of the great Dark God Dormammu."
The handso young man smiled softly as he raised his hand, splaying his fingers toward nis, The Other, and Woz.
"Dormammu? Didn’t you say earlier that you were so disciple of the Sorcerer Supre?"
Woz, who had just set down his bucket of machine oil after finishing a magical analysis of Cuba’s aura, raised an eyebrow and asked calmly.
"The age of the Sorcerer Supre is over. Only Lord Dormammu is worthy to rule this world for all eternity."
"Darkness, that is the true future for humanity."
His gentle voice, his soft smile... If not for the madness in his words, nis might have thought this charming, angel-faced man could have been a close friend.
Looks always ruled the world, no matter the era.
"So, would you kindly step aside?"
"The son of Thanos and the daughter of Odin, I must take them with ."
These two, according to Lord Dormammu’s vision, were the key to his ultimate victory.
"No one disturbs His Highness Lothar!"
"No one lays a hand on the Savior!"
With a silent nod of mutual understanding, The Other, wielding the Mind Stone scepter, and nis, bearing the Eye of Horus on his chest, stood shoulder-to-shoulder to shield the sacred ground.
"That’s right. Just like that!"
Having spent more ti analyzing Cuba’s internal energy composition, Woz lagged slightly behind but gave a solemn nod, asserting his presence.
Then, casually, he reached into the pocket on his abdon and pulled out an energy cannon, its black muzzle aid squarely at Cuba, still smiling sweetly.
"In that case... I have no choice."
Having shown the proper courtesy, Cuba’s smile vanished. As his body surged with magical waves, his slight fra transford into a monstrous white creature, sothing utterly inhuman.
A golden crown adorned his head, and a pitch-black belt cinched his waist, together gleaming blindingly under Egypt’s scorching sun.
"What the—?!"
"This... this is the power bestowed upon by the great Dark God Dormammu!"
"I shall be the one to lead Midgard into eternal darkness!"
"Ha!"
He extended his right hand and let out a mighty roar. The atoms in the air, reshaped by magical force, burst into blinding flas that engulfed nis, The Other, and Woz.
"?!!?!?"
What was this?!
Spontaneous combustion?!
No matter how they thrashed, the flas wouldn’t go out. The Other scread in agony, he could even sll the seared flesh of his remaining organic half.
"With the nuisances taken care of... it’s ti to crack open that subspace the old fool created."
With Dormammu’s blessing, Cuba, now the vessel of ultimate darkness, ford a long-lost mystic seal, and the subspace forged by Agamotto gradually shimred into view.
"Huff..."
A masterpiece of his forr master lay before him. Cuba closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
When he opened them again, concentrated darkness surged around his right fist.
"Ha!"
A blast of pure Dormammu’s essence tore across the subspace’s outer wall, riddling it with fractures!
One punch wasn’t enough? Then he’d punch again.
...
Inside the Ti Training Ground.
Still testing how much of Hela’s power he could absorb without disrupting their fragile balance, Lothar frowned as the ground quaked beneath him.
"What now?"
"Is it soone else from your ’mory’ again?"
Drawing from past experiences, Hela imdiately pinned the bla on Lothar, whether it was his fault or not.
"Shut up."
Lothar growled, fed up. The sky above split with lightning, the ground cracked like shattered glass.
All signs pointed to apocalypse.
Just like the ti he annihilated U40, or nearly razed Svartalfheim, the world was falling apart.
"This world... is ending."
Face grim, Lothar cast aside his quarrel with Hela. He hoisted her onto his shoulder like a living battery and shot off toward the place where his body lay.
"What are you doing?!"
"Put down!"
Thrown over his shoulder like garbage, Hela’s frosty expression turned murderous as she felt Lothar’s hand brace against her rear for balance.
"If you don’t want to die, then shut it!"
Even with Hela’s divine power of death fueling him, and even though he hadn’t yet transford into a Super Saiyan in soul form, the cracks in Lothar’s body continued to deepen as he burned through power.
BOOM!!!
A deafening thunderclap split the sky as Cuba, now a monstrous white entity, descended upon the Sanctuary.
"Hmm?"
"No soul?"
Cuba blinked at the two bodies sealed to stone pillars by Agamotto’s magic.
"Their souls must be sowhere inside this subspace..."
After so effort, Cuba unraveled Agamotto’s seal flawlessly. Gripping Lothar and Hela’s physical bodies, one in each hand, he vanished the Ti Training Ground in an instant, disappearing without a trace.
Whoosh!
Still flying toward the Sanctuary, Lothar suddenly saw the world blur. In an instant, the apocalyptic sky shattered into a vibrant scene: the Pyramid, filled with panicked shouting and the scent of charred at.
What?!
The sudden shift darkened Lothar’s expression, especially when he saw The Other, nis, and Woz collapsed on the ground, smoldering and barely conscious.
"P-Prince Lothar?!"
"Lord Savior?!"
Just as nis finished purging the mysterious fire with the Eye of Horus, he looked up to see Lothar, Hela slung over his shoulder, erge like a storm.
"Sothing terrible has happened, my lord!"
"A monstrous fiend just stole both your bodies!"
Still recovering, nis wiped the soot from his face, his voice thick with regret and desperation.
"It was that young human we t earlier, the one who claid to be a disciple of the Sorcerer Supre. He’s actually a disciple of Dormammu, Prince Lothar."
The Other winced, pale as a ghost, especially under the icy glares of Lothar and Hela’s soul forms.
"Prince Lothar, Woz has successfully tracked Cuba’s trajectory!"
Woz, ever the pragmatic battle support, offered what little good news he could muster.
However...
"Prince Lothar, your soul integrity is down to 32%. If you continue using your powers, your soul may suffer irreparable damage."
Seeing the cracks spiderwebbing across Lothar’s form, Woz furrowed his brow with grave concern.
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