Tony thought he was finished, but when he opened his eyes, he found that the world around him had completely changed.
The expansion of hot gases no longer followed scientific laws. Flames seemed to have been divided apart by strange polygons, splitting skyward in ring after ring.
He looked around and felt as though he were standing in a funhouse of distorted mirrors. His reflection was infinitely divided by the mirrors, filling him with an absurd, dizzying sensation.
Standing before him was a mysterious, thin figure clad in a yellow robe.
It was the Sorcerer Supreme of this point in time, Ancient One.
"Who are you?" Tony asked blankly.
But the mysterious figure did not answer his question. Instead, he waved both hands, and magical golden rings appeared around his arms.
At that moment, the bullshit Reed had said about "magic" flashed through Tony's mind again...
"Can you still stand? We have a problem," Ancient One said.
Crash!
A tremendous force suddenly erupted from the core workshop, nearly smashing the Mirror Dimension apart through brute strength alone.
Meanwhile, just as Doom was about to complete the armor coverage over his hands, a soldier wearing peculiar armor suddenly appeared in the air!
"Landing in Universe 838 successful." Frank glanced at the data on his visual display and replied.
Doom sensed that something was wrong. He withdrew his right hand from the Tesseract, muttered an incantation, and grabbed at Frank from afar.
Bang!
Terrifying psychic force pressed down upon the unknown intruder. This power could easily knead steel into a ball, yet it did not affect him at all!
The runes on the Excalibur armor flickered with a faint glow. Feeling the negligible pressure, Frank even rolled his neck.
"Psychic Energy supply rate normal. Landing may continue."
"...Commander Custer, the space