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Marvel : I am Thor Chapter 286 - 290
🕑 Added 2025-01-16 01:00:02 +0000 UTCChapter 286: Arrival
"Sanctuary II?" Tony murmured, staring at the massive ship descending from the skies. His mind raced as he recalled the images Thor had shown him.
“No,” he quickly corrected himself. “It’s different—more heavily armed. Whatever it is, it’s not here to make friends. Prepare for defense!”
Tony slapped the reactor on his chest. Instantly, his Mark 85 armor enveloped him. Over the past few years, he had made numerous upgrades to his nano-armor, pushing its capabilities to new heights. The Mark 85 boasted an energy shield for added defense, as well as a high-powered energy cannon on its back capable of absorbing Thor’s thunder to unleash devastating blasts.
Beside him, Banner began to transform. Hulk emerged with a deafening roar, his massive green frame brimming with power. Behind them, the Avengers stationed at the base poured out, taking up positions and watching the sky warily.
The Avengers Base’s defensive systems activated in full force. The building’s turrets and missile arrays hummed with energy, ready to fire at a moment’s notice.
Aboard the approaching spaceship, Thanos gave a simple command: “Fire.”
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
A barrage of advanced missiles erupted from the ship’s weapon systems, streaking toward Earth’s surface.
Tony’s eyes widened as he tracked the trajectory. “They’re not targeting us!” he yelled.
“No!” Banner growled through Hulk’s voice. “They’re aiming for the Sanctum in New York!”
The missiles, far more advanced than anything Earth’s defenses could counter, tore through the atmosphere. Moments later, explosions rocked the New York Sanctum, shattering its mystical barriers.
In New Asgard, Thor received a frantic communication from Loki.
“Surtur is approaching! Thor, it’s heading straight for Asgard!”
Thor’s face darkened. “Wasn’t Surtur stranded on Titan? How could it have made its way to Asgard? It doesn’t make sense.”
Despite his confusion, Thor knew there was no time to ponder the situation. The truth was clear—this was a carefully orchestrated ploy, likely to divide their forces. But Asgard couldn’t be abandoned.
Thor clenched his fists, his expression resolute. After only a moment’s hesitation, he spoke. “I’ll return to Asgard with Jane. Stay here and prepare for any threats on Earth. This feels like a distraction to pull us away.”
Wanda was left behind, her immense power vital to defending Earth in their absence. Jane Foster, undergoing divine strengthening in Asgard, was already on the frontlines. Carol Danvers had also traveled to Asgard a few days prior, working on stabilizing the Bifrost’s energy channels using her power derived from the Tesseract.
Thor’s confidence was firm. With these forces in Asgard, they could hold the line. Worst case, they would resort to the same tactic as five years ago and use the Bifrost to banish Surtur again.
Five minutes after Thor’s departure, Natasha’s phone buzzed. It was Tony.
“Nat, where’s Thor? Why can’t I reach him?”
“He’s back in Asgard,” Natasha replied. “Why?”
“Damn it!” Tony snapped. “New York’s under attack again, and we need him here!”
Above Asgard, a massive Flame Giant loomed, its fiery body radiating waves of heat and destruction. Surtur swung its flaming sword, unleashing torrents of energy as it roared in rage.
Three figures darted around the giant like flies around a colossus: Thor, Jane Foster, and Carol Danvers. Their combined attacks—lightning, energy blasts, and enchanted weapons—kept Surtur’s attention focused on them, but their efforts barely scratched the giant’s molten surface.
“Even at his peak, Odin couldn’t kill it,” Jane panted, her strength waning. “How are we supposed to stop it?”
“We don’t need to kill it,” Carol replied, her voice steady. “We just need to keep it away from Asgard. Worst case, we use the Bifrost again, just like last time.”
But Thor’s mind was elsewhere. He glanced upward as the once-clear skies darkened ominously. Black clouds swirled above Asgard, and an oppressive energy filled the air. A crack split the sky, widening steadily. From the void beyond, a massive, shadowy face began to emerge.
“Dormammu,” Thor muttered, his voice heavy with dread.
Dormammu, the King of the Dark Dimension, was no mindless beast like Surtur. His intellect and power made him an infinitely more dangerous foe. If he crossed into Asgard, he wouldn’t merely destroy it—he would consume it entirely.
Jane followed Thor’s gaze and whispered, “Is it… him?”
Thor nodded grimly. For a moment, doubt flickered across his face, but he quickly steeled himself. “Even Strange, with all his tricks, dared to face Dormammu,” Thor said, his voice laced with determination. “If a mortal can do it, so can I.”
Without waiting for a response, Thor raised his battle axe, Stormbreaker, and charged directly toward Dormammu’s looming visage. Lightning crackled around him, illuminating the darkened skies as he rushed into the heart of the abyss.
Chapter 287: Facing the Darkness
As Thor approached the crack in the sky, the oppressive dark energy grew thicker, almost tangible. The closer he came, the more overwhelming the presence of the Dark Dimension became. Through the rift, Dormammu’s colossal face began to emerge, its features distorted yet unmistakable. Contempt gleamed in Dormammu’s eyes, as if mocking the mere mortals who dared stand against him.
To Dormammu, Asgard was insignificant—just another target to conquer.
Thor clenched his jaw, his resolve hardening. Nearer and nearer he flew, closing the distance between himself and the entity that threatened his world. When he was close enough, Thor made his move. Instead of raising Stormbreaker, he withdrew his hand and summoned a surge of deep purple energy—the power of the Power Stone.
“BOOM!”
The blast hit Dormammu squarely, the unexpected attack forcing the dark entity back. Half of Dormammu’s face dissipated into the swirling chaos of the Dark Dimension.
“No! Mortal, you dare defy me? You court death!” Dormammu roared, his voice reverberating across dimensions. But before he could recover, Thor unleashed another attack, pushing the entity further into the rift.
“It’s useless,” Dormammu sneered, his voice dripping with malevolence. “The three Sanctums are destroyed. You cannot stop me from breaking through!”
Thor’s expression remained grim as he hurled the Tesseract into the crack. The artifact’s energy surged outward, forming a temporary spatial barrier that sealed the rift and stemmed the flow of dark energy. The skies above Asgard calmed slightly, but the battle was far from over.
On the ground, the people of Asgard watched in stunned silence as their king disappeared into the Dark Dimension. A sense of dread filled the air.
“Thor!” Jean Grey cried out, her voice trembling with fear. She had come to understand what the Dark Dimension represented—and what it meant to face Dormammu on his own turf.
As the rift began to close, Jean hesitated only for a moment before making her decision. She gritted her teeth and darted forward, rushing into the Dark Dimension before the barrier could fully seal.
Within the chaotic expanse of the Dark Dimension, energies surged violently, swirling in all directions. Dormammu’s enormous visage began to reform, his mocking laughter echoing through the void.
Thor turned, startled to see Jean approaching. “What are you doing here? Do you realize how dangerous this is?”
Jean’s voice was steady despite the fear in her eyes. “I don’t trust you to handle this alone. Dormammu is… too strong.”
Thor shook his head, exhaling deeply. “You shouldn’t have come. But I suppose convincing you to leave would be as impossible as reasoning with Dormammu.”
His attention shifted as Dormammu fully materialized before them. Though he knew the odds were slim, Thor decided to try diplomacy one last time.
“Dormammu,” Thor called out, his voice firm. “I’ve come to bargain.”
The dark entity’s glowing eyes narrowed. “Bargain? You? You hold no power here. Your world is already mine, just like countless others!”
Dormammu glanced toward the crack, now sealed with the Tesseract’s energy. A sneer spread across his massive face. “That barrier won’t hold for long.”
Suddenly, Dormammu opened his gaping maw, unleashing a torrent of devastating energy. Thor moved instinctively, placing himself between the attack and Jean. The blast struck him directly, pushing him to his limits. His body cracked under the strain, but his divine resilience allowed him to regenerate, though barely.
This was the closest Thor had ever come to death.
Back on Earth, at the Avengers Base, a series of glowing portals began to open one by one. Reinforcements poured through: the Wakandan army, the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj, the Ravagers, and the fleets of the Nova Corps. Every ally the Avengers could muster had been summoned by Doctor Strange.
“Is this all?” Strange asked Wong, his voice filled with concern.
“Why? You think it’s not enough?” Wong replied, visibly shocked by the question.
Strange glanced at the troops and ships amassing around Sanctuary II, his expression serious. “We have to hold them off until Thor returns. He’s likely confronting Dormammu right now.”
Wong’s face darkened. “And you’re certain he can defeat Dormammu?”
Strange didn’t answer immediately. His gaze seemed far away, as though scanning the countless possibilities he had glimpsed. Finally, he said softly, “This is the best outcome I’ve seen. But the future isn’t fixed—it’s still in flux. All we can do is play our parts.”
At the edge of the dark army, a familiar silhouette began to emerge. The figure was large, imposing, and unmistakably wielding a massive blade. Though obscured by shadow, the Avengers recognized it instantly: Thanos.
“Wait a minute…” Tony Stark said, his voice laced with disbelief. “Isn’t Thanos supposed to be dead? Who the hell is that?”
Ant-Man suddenly spoke up, his voice sharp with realization. “It’s Thanos from another timeline! He must have used time travel to get here!”
“But how?” Banner asked, his brow furrowed.
“Pym Particles,” Scott replied gravely. “If Thanos figured out how to replicate them, he could have traveled here by exploiting the Quantum Realm.”
Tony shook his head in frustration. “Great. Just when I thought we were done with him.”
Ant-Man sighed. “I should have seen this coming. He must have gotten access to my memories during the last battle. He knew about the particles.”
Tony’s mind raced as he assessed the situation. “Delaying tactics,” he said finally. “We need to buy Thor enough time. With everyone we’ve assembled, we might be able to hold Thanos back—even without the Space Stone.”
Strange, standing nearby, shook his head grimly. “It won’t be that easy.”
Chapter 288: Emperor
In the heart of the battlefield, Steve Rogers raised his voice, his shield glinting in the light. “Avengers, assemble!”
The call reverberated across the battlefield like a tidal wave, igniting the spirits of countless Avengers. Their battle cries erupted like a mountain roar, and the army surged forward with unrelenting determination, charging directly toward Thanos.
Opposite them, Thanos stood stoically, the Overlord Sky Blade gripped firmly in his hand. His dark army stirred behind him, their weapons gleaming with lethal intent. With a subtle motion, he raised his blade high, and his soldiers surged forward like a tidal wave to meet the Avengers.
The battlefield erupted into chaos as the two armies clashed, a cacophony of steel, energy blasts, and roars echoing across the plains.
Thanos, however, remained still. He observed the carnage with cold, detached eyes, an evil smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Senseless resistance,” he muttered, his voice low and disdainful.
If Tony or the others had been close enough, they would have noticed something strange about him. This was not the Thanos they remembered. His face, once a smooth, deep purple, now bore two layers of grayish discoloration. Wrinkles etched his features, giving him a weathered, almost decayed appearance. If the Thanos they fought years ago resembled a "purple sweet potato," this one looked like a moldy, rotting version.
This was no Thanos from before
On the battlefield, the Chitauri soldiers released giant apes from massive cages. These beasts roared ferociously, their enormous frames barreling into the Avengers’ ranks. Thanos watched the chaos unfold and then gave a subtle nod toward another cage being wheeled forward.
“Release him,” he ordered. “His presence will break their morale.”
Several Chitauri soldiers stepped forward, pushing a heavy, reinforced cage. Inside was a hulking figure, its body shackled and its neck bound by a suppressing collar.
It was the Hulk.
“ROAR!”
The caged Hulk’s primal bellow shook the battlefield. Devoid of reason, reduced to a mindless beast, he charged the Avengers with unbridled fury. His arrival sent a wave of unease rippling through their ranks.
As the battle raged, Thanos stood motionless, his thoughts drifting to the past.
This Thanos was not of this universe. He hailed from another parallel timeline, one where his conquest had been absolute. From the moment he began his crusade, his mission had been clear: annihilate all life in the universe.
He had been unstoppable, his forces overwhelming Earth with ease. The Avengers had fallen before him, and only the Hulk was spared, reduced to a pet under his control. The rest of Earth was left desolate, its people eradicated, its cities turned to ruins.
But his hunger for power did not stop there. Thanos turned his gaze toward Asgard, determined to crush the ruler of the Nine Realms. Despite Thor’s ascension as God King and the combined might of Asgard’s forces, they could not stand against Thanos’ dark army. The Nine Realms fell, reduced to lifeless wastelands.
By then, Thanos had become more than a conqueror—he was the destroyer of all life. With each battle, his power grew even as his body aged. Eventually, he stood as the sole living being in the universe, save for his dark army and his subjugated pet, Hulk.
He had achieved his goal. He was the supreme king, the emperor of a dead universe.
But the price of his conquest was an unbearable loneliness. For the first time, Thanos felt empty, his existence devoid of purpose. With nothing left to destroy, he found himself consumed by boredom. In his despair, a mad idea took root: he would travel to another timeline to prevent his younger self from repeating the same hollow cycle.
The task, however, was daunting. The six Infinity Stones, long since destroyed, were crucial to time travel. Without them, the challenge seemed insurmountable.
Yet Thanos was a master of the universe’s most advanced technologies. After countless failures, he finally succeeded in developing a device capable of traversing time and space. All he needed was someone in the past timeline to anchor him, ensuring he wouldn’t be lost in the endless streams of time.
It was then that he encountered another version of himself—one who had taken a far different path. This Thanos was a humbled farmer, living in quiet retirement after his defeat at the hands of the Avengers.
The sight enraged the old conqueror. How could he, the destroyer of the universe, share any resemblance with this broken figure?
His first instinct was to kill this weaker version of himself, but the farmer Thanos intervened. “Rushing in will only lead to failure,” he warned. “The Avengers of this timeline are far stronger than you realize. If you wish to succeed, you must act with caution.”
Though skeptical, the older Thanos agreed to a temporary alliance. The farmer proposed a plan: he would locate potential allies in this timeline to ensure their success. The conqueror, in turn, would set the stage in his own universe, ready to strike when the coordinates were aligned.
When the preparations were complete, the conqueror returned to his timeline and finalized his plans. To ensure the secrecy of his operation, he enlisted Mordo to erase his memories of these events using the Mind Stone. Content with his work, the farmer Thanos resumed his peaceful life in the garden, unaware of the chaos to come.
Now, standing on the battlefield of this new timeline, the older Thanos gripped the Overlord Sky Blade tightly. His eyes burned with cold determination.
The other Thanos—the farmer—had played his part. Now, it was his turn to act. With every piece of his elaborate plan falling into place, he was ready to establish himself as the ultimate force in this universe.
Chapter 289: You Are Not Worthy!
“BOOM!”
Ant-Man’s massive fist came down like a hammer, crushing a Leviathan into the ground with a thunderous impact. The battlefield was a maelstrom of chaos as the clash between the Avengers and Thanos’ army reached a fever pitch.
Above the battlefield, silver streaks of light flashed across the sky as the Valkyrie troops soared into the fray on their winged steeds. Their arrival, combined with the devastating power of the black dragon princess, turned the tide of aerial combat, momentarily suppressing Thanos’ air forces.
Thanos, watching from his vantage point, remained calm, his lips curling into a faint smirk. “Interesting,” he muttered, though his tone betrayed indifference.
On the ground, Tony Stark fired a powerful laser blast, sending Corvus Glaive hurtling backward. He readied another shot, intending to finish the fight, when a sudden force slammed into him, sending him flying.
Tony groaned as he hit the ground hard, quickly scanning his attacker. His HUD registered ten massive figures standing nearby. “Another one?” he muttered, preparing his laser cannons.
But then his eyes fell on a single, hulking figure among them, and his heart sank.
“Hulk?” Tony’s voice wavered in disbelief. “What the hell is going on?”
The figure before him looked like the Hulk but was entirely different. This Hulk’s eyes were feral, devoid of reason, and a metallic collar encircled his neck, sparking ominously.
Before Tony could process the scene, Collared Hulk let out a guttural roar and charged, landing a devastating punch that sent Tony sprawling. The beast leapt on top of him, delivering a relentless barrage of blows to his armor.
“Damn it!” Tony growled, struggling to break free.
Suddenly, another green blur collided with the collared Hulk, knocking him away. Tony looked up to see the real Hulk, standing tall and glaring at his alternate self.
“I didn’t think I’d ever see a version of myself like this,” Bruce Banner’s voice echoed from within Hulk’s massive frame. “It’s… pitiful.”
Inside Hulk, his words stirred a response. “It… not Hulk,” the big green hero replied in halting speech. “It… not Hulk.”
The two titans clashed, shaking the ground with every blow.
Above the battlefield, Thanos’ air forces fought valiantly, but they faced a formidable opposition. The Chitauri fighters were being systematically torn apart by the combined might of the Ravagers, Wakandan air units, and Tony’s drone army. Meanwhile, the massive Leviathan ships, resembling fortresses in the sky, struggled under the relentless assault of the black dragon and the Valkyrie legion.
Though petite in stature, each Valkyrie wielded power that could bring down a Leviathan with precision strikes. Their graceful movements masked their destructive strength, and their sheer presence tilted the balance of power in the air.
Thanos observed the carnage, his patience wearing thin. While it was often tactically sound to let one’s army soften the enemy before stepping in, he realized that his forces were faltering faster than anticipated. If he didn’t act soon, the battle could spiral out of his control.
Particularly problematic was the black dragon. Though not the most powerful individual combatant, its fiery breath wreaked havoc on the battlefield, engulfing scores of Chitauri soldiers and vanguard units in flames.
Then there was the Fenrir giant wolf, thought long dead but now rampaging through the battlefield, leaving destruction in its wake.
Even Corvus Glaive, one of Thanos’ most trusted generals, had been knocked to the ground. Tony Stark stood over him, preparing to finish the job.
The Overlord Sky Blade spun through the air like a comet, deflecting Tony’s blast just in time. Thanos leapt down, landing with a resounding thud in front of Tony.
“Well, well,” Thanos said, his deep voice calm yet menacing. “Tony Stark. I know you.”
Tony braced himself, leveling his repulsors at the towering figure. “Yeah? Well, I know you too, big guy.”
“In my world,” Thanos continued, “there was an arrogant Iron Man much like you. He thought he could stand in my way. In the end, I tore his head off and added it to my collection.”
Tony smirked, though his HUD was scanning for every possible escape route. “Funny,” he retorted. “In my world, we had a Thanos too. I thought about keeping his head, but then I realized I don’t like shriveled purple potatoes.”
Thanos’ eyes narrowed. “I hope your strength is as sharp as your wit.”
Tony’s answer was a blinding laser blast.
Elsewhere on the battlefield, the two Hulks were locked in a brutal struggle. The collared Hulk’s mindless, beast-like fighting style caught Bruce off guard. Unlike the calculated strength of the real Hulk, this version relied on sheer animalistic ferocity, biting, clawing, and pummeling with reckless abandon.
To Bruce, the sight was more than just a physical challenge—it was a spiritual blow. This was another version of himself, one that had been tamed, broken, and turned into a mere tool for Thanos.
“This isn’t right,” Bruce murmured, his thoughts echoing within Hulk’s mind. The emotional connection between the two only fueled Hulk’s growing rage.
“ROAR!”
With a deafening cry, Hulk’s strength surged, his fists colliding with his alternate self in a thunderous blow. The collared Hulk staggered, and with one final punch, Hulk sent him crashing to the ground.
“You…” Hulk growled, his voice trembling with fury. “You… are not worthy of being Hulk!”
Chapter 290: In the Case of Extreme Anger...
Hulk’s roar echoed across the battlefield, a primal sound that seemed to reverberate in the very souls of those present. Something ancient and untamed stirred within him, a power buried deep in the recesses of his being, awakened by his fury.
His already massive muscles swelled further, veins bulging with raw energy. Though his form appeared unchanged, anyone watching could feel the overwhelming, prehistoric force radiating from him.
Grabbing the collared Hulk, who lay limp on the ground, Hulk clasped his hands above his head, his voice a thunderous bellow. “You… don’t… deserve it!”
With a sickening crack, Hulk tore the collared version of himself in half from head to toe, the gruesome act leaving everyone on the battlefield stunned.
The sight was surreal. Though it was not entirely unheard of for humans to perform incredible feats of strength in moments of extreme anger, this was on another level. Hulk had achieved something truly monstrous: tearing apart a version of himself with his bare hands.
“ROAR!”
Standing over the remains of the collared Hulk, Hulk stomped his foot down with a force that cracked the earth beneath him. He raised his head to the sky and let out another roar, his fury consuming him.
Obsedian Cull, the hulking brute of the Black Order, could stand no more. With a growl of frustration, he hurled his massive battle-axe at Hulk with the force of a meteor.
Hulk didn’t even flinch. With a casual swing of his fist, he deflected the incoming weapon. The axe flew back toward Obsedian Cull, who barely dodged in time, only to be dragged hundreds of meters across the battlefield by the force of the ricochet.
Above them, a Leviathan let out a deafening roar and dove toward Hulk, its massive jaws opening wide in an attempt to swallow him whole. Hulk stood his ground, his expression unyielding. As the Leviathan descended, he reached out with both hands, gripping either side of its head.
With a tremendous roar, Hulk twisted violently.
CRUNCH!
The sound of tearing metal filled the air as the Leviathan’s body contorted unnaturally, its armor-like hide shattering under Hulk’s unrelenting strength. In mere moments, the massive creature was reduced to a twisted heap of flesh and steel.
“What the hell?” Tony Stark’s voice crackled through the comms, disbelief evident in his tone. “When did Hulk get this strong?”
Nearby, Tony had narrowly escaped defeat after exchanging blows with Thanos. Realizing he was outmatched, he had wisely handed the fight over to Wanda and Doctor Strange, deciding he was better suited to support roles in this battle.
Hulk turned his head slightly, acknowledging Tony. Inside his body, Bruce Banner’s voice rang out, calm but tinged with awe.
“This is a new transformation,” Banner explained. “It only happens when Hulk’s anger reaches its absolute limit. I’ve felt it stirring in the lab before, but this… this is the first time it’s fully manifested. I call it… King Hulk.”
Hulk’s booming voice interrupted from within. “NO! World Breaker!”
Banner sighed. “Okay, fine. World Breaker Hulk. Just smash everything that moves!”
“RAAAAH!”
With an almost gleeful roar, Hulk charged back into the fray, plowing through Chitauri soldiers and vanguard units with reckless abandon. No one, friend or foe, could stop his rampage.
Not far away, Thanos fought with the combined might of Doctor Strange and Wanda Maximoff. Seeing Hulk’s sudden evolution, a string of curses ran through Thanos’ mind. What was meant to be a psychological blow to the Avengers had instead backfired spectacularly.
“This isn’t working,” Thanos muttered, his frustration mounting. He turned his attention back to the fight. Against two of the most powerful sorcerers in existence, even his immense physical prowess was being pushed to its limits.
Doctor Strange gestured with his hands, releasing countless duplicates of himself. The magical clones surrounded Thanos, their movements synchronized, creating an intricate web of illusions and energy constructs. Strange bound him tightly with a glowing energy whip, reinforced by a scarlet energy field cast by Wanda.
Thanos roared, his muscles bulging as he pulled against his bindings. With a tremendous burst of power, he shattered the restraints, scattering Strange’s duplicates in a single sweep of the Overlord Sky Blade.
“FOOLS!” Thanos bellowed, lunging at Strange.
Before he could land a blow, Wanda’s scarlet energy enveloped his sword, halting his advance mid-air. As Thanos struggled against the force, Strange once again bound him with his energy whip, pulling it taut.
No matter how strong Thanos was, he was still a fighter, not a sorcerer. Against two of the world’s most powerful mages, he was slowly being worn down.
“KRRSSHH!”
The Overlord Sky Blade, unable to withstand the combined power of their magic, shattered in his hands. Pieces of Thanos’ battle armor followed suit, crumbling away to reveal his still unyielding, steel-like body beneath.
“SHOOT!” Thanos roared to his troops.
From Sanctuary II, a barrage of energy cannons rained down on the battlefield. Wanda managed to summon a shield just in time to block the initial blasts, but the sheer force of the assault sent her flying.
The relentless bombardment spared no one, friend or foe. Explosions erupted across the battlefield, scattering soldiers, sending debris flying, and reducing the terrain to a smoking ruin.
Thanos, now beyond reason, showed no care for his troops. His anger had consumed him, and he cared only for victory.
The sorcerers of Kamar-Taj quickly raised protective shields, but their efforts were barely enough to cover small pockets of the battlefield. The vast area, teeming with combatants, was far beyond their ability to shield entirely.
“BOOM!”
A deafening explosion echoed through the area as a nearby dam, damaged in the chaos, finally gave way. A massive torrent of water surged toward the battlefield, threatening to drown everyone in its path.
From a high vantage point, Doctor Strange saw the incoming flood. With a deep breath, he ascended further, his hands moving in precise motions as he cast his spell. The floodwaters began to twist and churn, spiraling upward into a massive vortex. Strange held the water at bay, keeping it suspended in the air to prevent further devastation.
But even as he struggled to contain the flood, the relentless firepower from Sanctuary II continued to rain down, sowing chaos and destruction on every corner of the battlefield.
