Within the Mirror Dimension, the boundless inferno that Ben had forged from blazing Hellfire as its sea and molten mountains as its land had now lost the magnificent grandeur it possessed at the beginning.
The space, formed from several layers of overlapping mirrors, resembled a gigantic kaleidoscope. The ruins of San Venganza and the nearby western Texas wilderness cycled and twisted together to form the entire Mirror Dimension.
The endless Hellfire Mephisto had unleashed without restraint when his true body first descended had now all been drawn back into his nearly hundred-meter-tall dimensional true form.
Since becoming the Sorcerer Supreme of this generation of Kamar-Taj and taking on the duty of safeguarding Earth's mystical realm and magical side, the Ancient One had never fought a battle so grand—and yet so comfortable and natural to wield.
"Mephisto, get back here!"
Behind James Howlett floated a blood-red mystic formation taller than a man, its profound symbols and patterns glowing hazily as they pulsed slowly.
The life energy and Gang Sha force that had once surged around his body no longer leaked out in the slightest. They had all condensed into four additional blood-red arms growing from his shoulders and back.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Mephisto's fists, each as enormous as the front end of a heavy truck, slammed into the "tiny" James. The visual contrast was immense; every blow struck with mountain-shaking force, yet could only push the human, who was barely larger than his palm, back a short distance.
Mystic formations woven into the flesh of James's legs formed triangular arrays beneath his feet. Standing in midair as though he stood upon solid ground, he rooted his legs and braced against the black-red fist nearly as tall as himself, inch by inch wedging himself in place.
Now suspended in the air, he