The Dark Dimension was collapsing.
This wasn't simple destruction, it was total disintegration, caused by the Space Stone.
The fundamental framework that formed the Dark Dimension itself was unraveling, crushed under the weight of the Space Stone's power.
Compared to an Infinity Stone, the Dark Dimension was nothing. At its core, it was being dismantled, its very existence nullified on a cosmic scale.
And with the fall of the Dark Dimension, Dormammu's strength began to plummet, piece by piece.
"What have you done, you cursed insects?!"
Dormammu's roar thundered across the unraveling void as he watched his world, his domain, crumble before him. This was the source of his immortality, his boundless power, his throne.
And it was being torn apart, by two mere humans.
The Ancient One's voice was calm, razor-sharp:
"We're killing you."
Dormammu howled with fury and panic. In blind rage, he lashed out, a massive clawed hand sweeping toward the Ancient One, but in a flash, she conjured a portal, and with a swift twist, closed it around his arm.
SNAP.
A sickening sound echoed as Dormammu's arm was severed mid-reach. His scream of agony shook the darkened space.
Martin moved like a ghost, swift and surgical. The Mind Stone on his brow flared to life, and a searing beam of golden light slammed into Dormammu's forehead, drilling directly into his psyche. A mental assault of such intensity that even the eldritch titan staggered.
This time, it worked.
Dormammu's mind recoiled in pain. Without the full strength of the Dark Dimension to buffer his spirit, he was truly vulnerable.
For the first time in eons, the ancient god of chaos was cornered, and afraid.
"You're a strong god," Martin said coldly, the Mind Stone flaring again. "A peer of Odin. But your time is over. You ancient monsters have ruled too long. You've grown fat on power and blind to change. It's time you were cleared away… to make room for something new."
His words weren't shouted. They were quiet, almost sincere.
And that only made Dormammu more furious.
Insulted. Diminished.
He could feel the edge of death creeping in.
Just moments ago, he had stood unchallenged, the Lord of Darkness, feared across galaxies.
And now? He was dying. These two wouldn't stop until he was dust.
Every time Dormammu clashed with Martin or the Ancient One, his essence withered a bit more. The shadows that cloaked him began to flicker, unravel, dissipate.
"Even if I die," Dormammu snarled, his immense form faltering, "this is only the beginning. In time, you'll follow me into the abyss!"
His body, once an endless expanse of dark flame and chaotic matter, now crumbled with every second, chunks of void-energy falling away like burning coal.
"I was once like you, Martin," he growled, "ambitious… arrogant… believing the multiverse would yield to me! But the higher you climb, the more you see the truth, that your path is already blocked. Blocked by gods older than memory, who gaze down from their thrones and crush anything that dares to rise."
Desperate, Dormammu burned what power remained, unleashing waves of dark sorcery as he threw himself into one last clash.
Martin dodged a bolt of obsidian flame, landing lightly across the void.
"If your path was blocked, Dormammu," he said, "then you chose to become the darkness itself. I'm not you. And your walls? I'll tear them down."
"No! You don't understand!!" Dormammu roared, his eyes glowing red with pain and rage. "You've never felt it, that soul-crushing despair. You claw your way to power… only to discover that no matter how far you go, some ancient god is already there. Watching. Judging. Crushing everything you've built… just by looking at you!"
"Why did I bind myself to the Dark Dimension?"
"Because without it, I had no way forward!"
His voice was ragged now. Choked with bitterness. With finality.
Martin paused. Just briefly.
He understood.
He understood all too well.
This was the Marvel cosmos: a place where mortals became gods overnight, and gods were shattered just as quickly. Some rose on merit. Others by luck. But those already enthroned rarely stepped aside. They hoarded power. Set the rules. Demanded obedience from all who came after.
Even the Ancient One was silent now, face serene as she continued her assault, no pity in her eyes.
"Maybe you're right," Martin said at last. "Maybe I'll become the next you one day. But if I do, I'll stand higher than you ever did."
He looked up, his voice calm, eyes cold as the void.
"Rest in death, Dormammu. When I rule the multiverse… you won't be there to see it. You won't even be a memory."
And with that, he struck.
The final blow shattered the core of the Dark Dimension. Its laws of time and space collapsed. Its energies bled into the void, and Dormammu's final tether was cut.
BOOM.
Martin surged forward. A single punch, augmented by the Matrix of Leadership at full authority, tore through Dormammu's colossal form.
The scream that followed was soul-rending.
"It's over," the Ancient One said quietly. "Centuries of conflict… and it ends here."
She lifted her hands. The Time Stone on her chest gleamed emerald, weaving strands of temporal energy. Dormammu, already fading, had no strength left to resist.
And then Martin raised something new, the Time Blaster.
Click.
The shot fired.
Brilliant threads of crystalline light burst outward, wrapping around Dormammu. In an instant, he was severed from the timestream, cut off from past, present, and future.
Time itself froze for him.
"What is that?" the Ancient One whispered, astonished.
"The Time Blaster," Martin replied, steady and proud. "A weapon of my own design."
He stepped toward the frozen figure of Dormammu, trapped in an eternal moment, unmoving.
"Die, Dormammu. And know this: I won't become you."
A flash of light.
Martin activated every ounce of power he had, unleashing the Matrix of Leadership at maximum potential for ten full seconds.
And in those ten seconds, the universe trembled.
Dormammu, the ancient god of the Dark Dimension, was utterly erased.
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