Stephen Strange paused after everything settled.
Sothing still felt... off.
He raised his hand and cast the sa spell Rowan had used earlier, but this ti directed inward.
Light washed over his consciousness.
mories resurfaced.
Old ones.
Clear ones.
His brows slowly lifted.
"So I t Rowan years ago... and he once dragged along to help treat Wolverine and Professor Xavier."
That explained a lot.
No wonder those two had looked at him so strangely the first ti he visited the Academy.
Strange rubbed his temple.
"You and the Ancient One really are alike. Both of you can’t resist tampering with people’s mories."
Despite the complaint, he had no intention of confronting Rowan.
Anyone who could erase Dormammu with a casual snap was not soone you picked fights with.
Besides, with Rowan around, Earth would likely see far fewer cosmic nightmares. Life as Sorcerer Supre might be... manageable.
Maybe he’d even have ti to repair things with Christine.
Beyond reality itself, Rowan followed the faint spiritual thread left behind by Dormammu’s projection.
It led him through layers of warped space, past collapsing dinsions, and into a hidden pocket of existence.
The Dark Dinsion.
Dormammu’s true body resided there.
Rowan didn’t give him ti to react.
A sword appeared in his hand.
The blade was long, asymtrical, and carved with ancient runes that distorted space simply by existing.
Rowan drove power into it.
"Ea."
He swung.
The Dark Dinsion split open.
Not cracked.
Not fractured.
Split.
A colossal rift tore through the endless black, exposing raw dinsional turbulence.
Rowan stepped through.
A deafening roar shook the void.
"Insect!"
Darkness surged together, condensing into a colossal black titan.
Dormammu.
His true form.
The immobilization of his projection had delayed his awareness by re seconds, but those seconds were enough.
"You dare invade my realm?" Dormammu thundered. "You will never leave it alive."
The laws of the Dark Dinsion descended, crushing toward Rowan from every direction.
Cascading waves of black magic followed.
Dormammu smiled.
Here, he ruled.
Any intruder would be suppressed.
Power diminished.
Movent restricted.
Escape impossible.
Rowan answered by releasing sothing else.
His own world.
An invisible pressure wrapped around his body, shielding him from the Dark Dinsion’s authority.
The suppression faltered.
Rowan looked up.
"I’m not here to beco part of you."
His eyes glowed faintly.
"I’m here to make you part of ."
Dormammu snarled and unleashed another storm of black sorcery.
Rowan transford.
Scales rippled across his skin. Horns curved from his skull. His form expanded, draconic and imnse.
The first wave of attacks disintegrated against layered defenses.
So spells slipped through.
Enough to sting.
Not enough to stop him.
Dormammu was ancient.
Veteran.
Near the peak of cosmic existence.
Rowan was newer.
But he possessed sothing Dormammu did not.
Options.
A massive spectral scabbard manifested before Rowan, intercepting the next barrage of dark magic.
Then Rowan counterattacked.
Blinding radiance erupted.
Columns of white-gold light slamd into Dormammu’s face, forcing a furious howl.
"Impossible! That level of light should not harm !"
Rowan didn’t bother explaining.
Not all light obeyed the sa laws.
So of it ca from places far older than this universe.
He drew in power again.
Two imnse golden trees manifested behind him, their branches stretching across the void, shedding endless luminescence.
Light of the Two Trees.
Their glow washed over the battlefield like a rising sun.
The Dark Dinsion scread.
Dormammu staggered.
For the first ti in eons...
He felt pain.
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