The Dark Dimension was a place where light itself seemed swallowed whole, leaving behind only shadows and the endless ebb and flow of dark energy. The air was thick with the power of pure chaos, as if the laws of reality bent and broke within its folds.
Here, worlds devoured by Dormammu floated like broken statues, hollowed of life, frozen forever in silence. Dead planets hung in fragments, like the shattered relics of civilizations long forgotten. The space was cold, void, and eternal, as if existence itself had been strangled out of it.
Suddenly—
A colossal face emerged in the fabric of the void, its size dwarfing entire galaxies. Its eyes burned with cosmic fire, each one containing the reflection of infinite stars and universes. That face belonged to none other than Dormammu, the ruler of the Dark Dimension, the devourer of worlds.
For a moment, his gaze sharpened. Something unusual had just brushed against his awareness.
Someone… had tapped into his power.
And not just tapped into it. They had duplicated it. Borrowed it. Then severed the connection before he could fully sense who it was.
Dormammu scowled, his brow furrowing. His massive form seemed to ripple as reality itself trembled under the weight of his anger.
He reached out with his consciousness, searching for the echo of the stolen power. But all he found was a blank void. The records of the transaction had been erased, deliberately hidden.
Yet Dormammu knew one thing: a fraction of his power was missing. Though it was only a tiny spark compared to the infinite well within him, it had been stolen nonetheless.
And that was intolerable.
"Interesting… very interesting," Dormammu's voice rolled like a storm across the Dark Dimension. "Someone dares to whore my power for nothing."
The word left his mouth with venom. Dormammu despised thieves. Especially those who dared to pr*stitute his power without offering tribute in return.
As the thought grew, an image formed in his mind—a bald head. The Ancient One.
That treacherous sorcerer had once bargained with his power and twisted it to her own ends. But this new incident felt even more insulting.
"Even more hateful than the Ancient One!" Dormammu thundered. "Borrowing my power, then erasing the records, as though the deal never happened. Hiding from me as if I am a fool!"
The Dark Dimension shook with his wrath. Collapsed stars crumbled into dust. Petrified planets shattered into fragments. The aurora-like curtains of colored void energy swirled violently as if reality itself feared his outrage.
"They concealed their identity! They made me blind to who dared steal from me!" Dormammu's fury reached a crescendo. "The power was stolen… and I cannot see who took it!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each word carried an eruption of catastrophic energy. The echoes resounded like thunder across eternity. The void warped, time distorted, and the dead worlds disintegrated beneath his rage.
Yet after the storm came a chilling calm.
Dormammu's massive eyes narrowed, gleaming with predatory cunning.
"If this transaction was erased so completely," he muttered, his voice low but dripping with malice, "then an extremely high-level existence intervened. Only one of that caliber could cover the traces of a bargain made with me."
He considered the implications.
"They erased it because the other party fears me. They dared not let me know. So, they brought in someone powerful enough to scrub the evidence. A thief afraid of the shadow they stole from."
A low laugh reverberated through the endless dark.
"Good. Very good."
His voice turned venomous. "You think you are safe, hiding in shadows. But know this—I will find you. And when I do, you will pay twice what you stole. No one… no one wh*res my power for nothing."
The infinite terror of his essence rolled outward, filling the dimension with an aura of death and inevitability. His vow was etched into the fabric of reality itself.
Meanwhile, far from the Dark Dimension—
Inside a hidden secret laboratory, chaos unfolded.
The entity known as Big Eyeball, a monstrous being of abyssal origin, had launched a new assault. Its target was Hei Kong, a girl marked as a sacrifice. By consuming her, the creature sought to empower itself enough to reconnect with its main body in the void, opening a conduit to endless dark energy.
The atmosphere cracked with tension. The walls of the lab, already scarred by previous battles, groaned under the oppressive aura.
But then—
Nathan moved.
Dark energy surged through his body, strengthening every fiber of his being. He launched forward, his fist glowing with condensed, demonic force.
Boom!
The impact exploded like a thunderclap. The shockwave tore through the chamber, rattling the very foundations. Cracks raced across the walls, threatening to collapse the entire facility.
The black hands conjured by Big Eyeball disintegrated instantly, unraveling into ribbons of shadow.
The monstrous eye widened. Its voice slithered with curiosity.
"Fascinating… a mere human wielding demonic power?" the entity said. "You even destroyed my demon hand. Such strength in a fragile frame… a rare anomaly indeed."
Its voice deepened, amused yet venomous. "So many surprises in such a small room. Truly… peculiar. But do you think you can stop me? Unrealistic."
With a guttural roar, the Big Eyeball unleashed a fresh wave of power.
From the void, even larger black hands emerged—no longer hazy, but solid, flesh-like, as though they belonged to some vast abyssal titan. They reached down with crushing force, blotting out the very ceiling, pressing despair into the hearts of all within.
Hei Kong froze. Terror coiled in her chest. The suffocating pressure of the monstrous hands made her certain she was about to die.
Nathan's eyes hardened. His voice cut the air.
"Sapphire!"
He was ready to strike again—
But something unexpected happened.
From above Nathan's head, a small Spider-like creature leapt forward. The odd little being, known as Little Spider-Man, landed lightly, facing the Big Eyeball with eerie calmness. Its spindly legs waved, weaving symbols in the air.
A trace of dark power flickered, shaping itself into an ancient sigil.
The air shimmered. Behind the little creature, a phantom demon emerged. It was indistinct, its outline blurred, but the aura it radiated was unmistakable: deep, ancient, and unspeakably evil.
The monstrous black hand crashed downward toward Hei Kong—
But the Little Spider-Man finished its chant.
A beam of black light erupted.
It speared straight through the enormous hand, slicing it apart as though it were nothing but smoke. The light did not stop.
It roared forward, aiming directly at the Big Eyeball itself.
The great monster recoiled in shock. "This… this is an ancient secret technique!" Its voice trembled with something close to fear. "This aura… I know it! I've seen this demon before!"
In desperation, the Big Eyeball chanted, summoning a glowing magic circle shield before it. The glyphs spun and sparked, forming a barrier of darkness.
But it was useless.
Peng!
The black beam shattered the shield instantly, ripping it apart like fragile glass. The energy surged onward, unstoppable, relentless.
It struck the Big Eyeball directly.
For a moment, the monstrous eye flashed with recognition. Its pupil dilated as realization dawned.
"It's you…!" it cried out, its voice echoing with both awe and horror.
The ancient identity of the being hidden within the Little Spider-Man was about to be revealed.
"You… you haven't died! You've been hiding on Earth all this time, cloaking your true self!"
The Big Eyeball's voice broke into a scream of revelation, preparing to shout the name that would expose the hidden demon's true identity to all present—
"It's you…"
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