The storm of machinery tore apart every energy entity present. The phantoms behind the gods' agents vanished in an instant. Captain America raised his shield and herded the bewildered believers behind the vehicles. Only after breaking free of the gods' control did they realize that something far beyond their understanding had happened.
Ammit alone was not killed in a single blow. Having descended here in his true form, he had some capacity to resist. But soon, he saw a pair of brown eyes watching him from the starry sky.
That gaze was like a Death Notice, followed by a flock of birds that blotted out the sky.
When machinery and magic fused perfectly, the countless mechanical birds produced by the Brood Mother flashed with gorgeous magical radiance across their wings. They swarmed around Ammit, forming a massive whirlwind.
Purple light burst from within the dense flock. Ammit let out a horrific scream. Though the onlookers could not see him being torn apart, they could tell from his cries alone that he had not died peacefully.
The tornado-like flock of mechanical birds ground him into fragments from the outside in. Even the leaking magical energy was unbelievably abundant.
Facing this apocalyptic scene, an Archmage stepped forward and said to Strange, "Fortunately, he's absorbing Ammit's energy. That proves he still hasn't ascended beyond the universe and needs energy to sustain himself."
"What would happen if he truly chose to become beyond the universe?" Strange asked.
"He would have to choose a dimension as his dwelling place and the root of his existence, completely changing his life form and becoming like the Demon Gods."
"Why is that? Why can't he remain on Earth like the gods of the Egyptian pantheon?"
The Archmage shook his head and said, "No, those Egyptian gods are not