The mont Chthon realized who had arrived, he understood.
This had never been a rescue.
It was a trap.
Without hesitation, Chthon tore himself free from the Dark Dinsion and fled toward the deeper reaches of the multiverse.
Eternity and the Vishanti moved at the sa instant.
They intercepted him beyond the boundary of the Dark Dinsion, and the multiverse itself beca their battlefield.
Chaos energy collided with primordial darkness.
Black magic clashed against supre white sorcery.
The raw divine power of ancient gods t the boundless authority of Eternity.
Even from a distance, Rowan felt like a leaf caught inside a planetary hurricane.
Reality buckled.
Dinsions scread.
"If this is what peak multiversal combat looks like..." Rowan muttered, forcing himself to maintain control of the Dark Dinsion. "That’s terrifying."
Chthon was powerful.
But he was facing two forces that stood on equal footing.
Outnumbered, he was driven back almost imdiately.
Fighting while retreating, Chthon vanished into the deepest layers of the multiverse, Eternity and the Vishanti pursuing him without pause.
The battlefield vanished from Rowan’s sight.
He exhaled slowly.
For soone who had only recently stepped into cosmic territory, being anywhere near that clash was suicide.
One stray shockwave could have erased him.
Not long after, Dormammu made his choice.
He abandoned the Dark Dinsion entirely.
Gathering his remaining followers and servants, Dormammu fled in the opposite direction from Chthon, disappearing into the multiverse.
He understood now.
This operation had never been solely about him.
He had been bait.
Chthon was the real target.
And without the Dark Dinsion, Dormammu no longer possessed the strength to challenge Rowan, let alone survive the return of Eternity and the Vishanti.
Retreat was the only rational option.
"Smart," Rowan said quietly.
He made no move to pursue.
Dormammu was now a wounded beast with nothing left to stand on.
Chasing him could provoke desperate retaliation.
Rowan’s true prize was already in his hands.
The Dark Dinsion.
With Dormammu’s authority gone, resistance collapsed.
Rowan fully seized control and drew the Dark Dinsion into his own world, beginning a slow and careful process of assimilation.
This realm was vastly stronger than any world his avatars had absorbed before.
Compared to it, ordinary worlds were pebbles beside a mountain.
But Rowan had an advantage Dormammu never possessed.
This was his world.
Born from him.
Perfectly obedient.
As his avatars continued consuming other realities, his foundation kept expanding.
Growth fed growth.
Power accelerated power.
A self-reinforcing cycle.
If this continued, crossing from universal to multiversal existence might not be the impossible leap it once seed.
Perhaps by the ti all his avatars reunited...
He would already be there.
Space rippled.
Eternity and the Vishanti returned.
"Did you finish?" Rowan asked.
Chthon was the real threat.
Dormammu, without a realm, no longer mattered.
"He escaped," Oshtur said calmly. "But he is badly wounded. He will not interfere for a long ti."
Agamotto’s gaze rested on Rowan.
"And he will not seek revenge against you."
Rowan nodded, relieved.
That was enough.
"Thank you."
Eternity offered no response.
The Vishanti inclined their heads once.
Then they were gone.
Rowan stood alone within the vastness, guiding the Dark Dinsion’s slow rger into his growing world.
The multiverse was still unimaginably large.
Still filled with dangers.
But today—
He had taken a step that would echo forever.
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