Chapter 441: Spidey Vs Dormammu (2/2)

Chapter 441: Spidey Vs Dormammu (2/2)

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Dormammu's ethereal form shimmered with confusion and irritation as he stared at the two distinct versions of Peter before him. The dimensional being struggled to comprehend the presence of two individuals who appeared to be the same person, not to mention the fact that the original just came back from the dead.

The new Peter turned his attention to the original Peter, a knowing smile playing on his lips. Without needing words, they shared an unspoken understanding, their connection rooted in the events that had transpired before their entry into the dark dimension.

"Hello, how nice of you to join us," the original Peter remarked with a wry grin.

The new Peter chuckled softly. "Yeah, I thought you could use a hand."

The concept behind this was rather intricate yet simple at the same time, a paradoxical dance that had the potential to sway the course of their battle against Dormammu. With each death and subsequent revival, the cycle reset, and another version of Peter joined the fray, ready to take up arms and help against ROR all powerful enemy.

This is why Peter had to activate the spell before entering the Dark dimension. It's a similar spell to the one that Doctor Strange used in the movies. But instead of trapping Dormammu and annoying him to death, Peter wanted to use this opportunity to hone himself and beat the sh*t out of Dormammu.

After all, not everyone can say they got the chance to win a fight against a being like Dormammu. In the movie, Strange technically beat him, but was it really a fight? No, he practically bored the guy to death after dying thousands of times. Peter wanted a fight.

Dormammu's voice resonated with a mixture of irritation and disbelief. "You died. Your existence should be forfeit. Those were the terms of our vow. Why is this not so?"

The original Peter shook his head, a smirk forming on his lips. "I'm pretty sure I'm breathing right now. So, either I'm not dead, or the afterlife is weirder than I thought."

The new Peter chuckled, his tone light. "Maybe Dormammu needs glasses."

Both Peters exchanged knowing looks before turning their attention back to the perplexed entity before them. "You know, you're looking a bit tired, Dormammu," they both Peter spoke at the same time. "Maybe you need a vacation."

Dormammu's eyes blazed with anger, his voice thundering through the dark dimension. "Silence! I will not be mocked by insects like you!"

Before the fighting could start again, the second Peter's form began to transform, his muscles bulging and his skin taking on the fiery hue of the Red Hulk, perfectly matching the original Peter.

"What's the matter, Dormammu?" the original Peter taunted. "Feeling a little outnumbered?"

Dormammu's response was a surge of dark energy, unleashed with a newfound intensity. The battle erupted once more, a symphony of clashing forces and reverberating energy that filled the dark expanse.

The two Peters fought with coordinated precision, their movements harmonizing in a fluid dance of offense and defense. They strategized seamlessly, capitalizing on each other's strengths to counter Dormammu's onslaught. However, the cosmic being's power still held a distinct advantage, and their battle remained a grueling struggle to survive and fight back.

Blows were exchanged, shockwaves were created, and energy crackled in the air as the battle raged on. Dormammu's attacks struck with raw force, and the two Peters did their best to evade and retaliate. The fiery presence of the Phoenix and the brute strength of the Red Hulk surged forth, creating a tumultuous storm of power that shook the very foundation of the dark dimension.

Despite their combined efforts, Dormammu's power began to overwhelm them. His mastery over his immense power and his intimate connection to the dimension itself granted him an almost insurmountable advantage. The two Peters fought valiantly, but even their combined strength could not break through Dormammu's formidable defenses.

Finally, as the Peters stood over a collapsed and battered Dormammu, their voices echoed as one. "Will you surrender, or will you die?" They asked, as it didn't seem possible to knock him out.

Dormammu's voice trembled with both fury and pain, his form contorting in agony. "I... I will not... surrender..."

The Peters exchanged glances, their collective determination unyielding. "Very well," they said in unison. "We don't know how to kill a being like you, but we'll do whatever it takes to end this."

With a determined nod, the Peters unleashed a barrage of energy and force that shook the very fabric of the dark dimension. Power surged through them, a crescendo of strength that battered against Dormammu's defenses. The cosmic being's form quaked, his resistance waning as the onslaught continued.

The battle raged on, each strike bringing them closer to victory. Dormammu's form twisted and convulsed, his ethereal presence growing more tenuous with each passing moment. And then, in a moment of climactic force, Dormammu's resolve broke. His form collapsed, his power dwindling to a mere shadow of its former self.

The Peters stood over the defeated Dormammu, who seemed to shrink to about half their size. "It's your choice now," they declared, their voices unwavering. "Surrender, or face the consequences."

Dormammu's voice was weak, his defiance shattered. "I... I surrender."

As soon as he spoke, the many Peter's could feel the vow being enacted. They had won!

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In the ancient halls of Kamar-Taj, the Ancient One sat in contemplation, a cup of tea cradled in her hands. The air was still, the atmosphere tranquil as she meditated, a sense of serenity enveloping her. Though that wouldn't last for long.

As the battle between the army of Peters and Dormammu reached its climax in the dark dimension, a disturbance rippled through the very fabric of all dimensions. The Ancient One's brow furrowed in confusion as a faint tremor vibrated through the astral plane, causing her tea to ripple in its cup.

Her eyes widened as she felt a sensation she had never experienced before... the severing of a bond that had once been unbreakable. A gasp escaped her lips, and her form shifted as an invisible force began to pull at the essence of her being. In an instant, the connection she had held with Dormammu and the Dark Dimension was severed.

Suddenly, the Ancient One's form began to shift. Her bald, youthful visage was replaced by wrinkles that etched deeply into her skin. Her once-vibrant energy waned, and her body aged before her very eyes, transforming her into a frail and withered figure.

The teacup slipped from her trembling fingers, its contents spilling onto the stone floor as she clutched at her chest. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her heart pounding as she felt the very essence of her life force dwindling. Her eyes clouded with disbelief as she realized the implications of what was happening.

"Peter," she whispered, her voice barely audible as it quivered with shock. "He... he actually did it."

As the connection to Dormammu was severed, the Ancient One's own life force seemed to be drained away, the years catching up to her in a cruel and accelerated fashion. Her body trembled, her form now that of an aged and fragile woman, her once-piercing gaze dimmed with the weight of her newfound frailty.

Tears welled in her eyes as the reality of the situation sank in. Peter's audacious plan, his relentless determination, had led to the unimaginable... a victory over Dormammu, a being of cosmic power. The very fabric of the universe was shifting, and the consequences of this victory were rippling through the dimensions.

As the last threads of her connection to Dormammu dissipated, the Ancient One's body seemed to sag, her form now hunched and feeble. She clutched at her fists together, her hands trembling as she stared into the distance with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The burden of knowledge and experience weighed heavily upon her, and she knew that the world was forever changed.

If something wasn't done within the next few hours, she would certainly die of old age, which would break her promise to Peter. 'I refuse!' She thought as a flash of determination flickered in her old eyes.

With a deep, shuddering breath, the Ancient One rose from her seat, her steps unsteady as she opened a portal to the Dark Dimension. She slowly stepped through the portal, feeling her old bones creak and her shriveled muscles ache. The once-mighty sorceress now bore the weight of her age, which was truly titanic.

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