Kamar-Taj's Senior Steward and the Hostage Incident

The gun barrels on the Iron Man Armor's shoulder plates rose, aimed, and spat white smoke in the blink of an eye. With Artificial Intelligence-assisted targeting, the bullets meant to impede movement should have torn through flesh. Yet after the shots rang out, the man with short gray-white hair still stood there wearing that unbearable smile. Stark's bullets had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only several bullet holes like cracks in glass. Then, hundreds and thousands of Cassilius figures appeared in every direction, like a hall of mirrors in an amusement park, their reflections spreading through the entire space along the fractures in the mirror surfaces. Tony Stark could not tell which ones were not mere reflections—until a hand parted a mirror surface as if drawing aside a curtain, and the real Cassilius walked in. At some point, Tony Stark had already fallen into the Mirror Dimension. Only then did he realize he had lost contact with the outside world.

Stark possessed S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Magic Spectrum data. On his scanners, Cassilius's entire body shone with an exceptionally dazzling, unusual light.

"Your technology may be immensely powerful by modern human standards, but on the scale of a galaxy—or even the universe—it is not worth mentioning. Even an alien mechanical prostitute has far more advanced technology than you." Perhaps because they had spent so much time together, Cassilius had learned Salomon's infuriating way of speaking. Feeling insulted, Tony Stark fired several micro-missiles, then activated his thrusters and lunged at Cassilius. The smoke and dust from the explosions dispersed beneath the roar of the thrusters, and a huge, spark-covered shield smashed Stark to the ground as he burst from the cloud. Stark immediately activated the thrusters on his legs and propelled himself out of range. He adjusted their angle, leaped dozens of feet