"Think of something, Sorcerer Supreme Doom!" Miles looked at Supreme Doom with a smile. "They're just some ragtag troops from other dimensions. That shouldn't be hard for the Sorcerer Supreme to handle, right?"
"Yeah, exactly!" Mr. Sinister, reduced to a mere phantom, nodded repeatedly and wore the same troublemaking smile. "Mr. Doom, you're Earth's Sorcerer Supreme. You wouldn't want the Holy Domain to be completely destroyed and let these locusts appear on Earth, would you?"
After Doom had set him up once before, Miles felt absolutely no guilt about setting Doom up this time!
Thus, faced with Miles and Mr. Sinister's nearly identical smiles, Doom felt his fists trembling uncontrollably.
"I merely wanted to drive unstable factors like you off Earth..."
Doom's voice squeezed through clenched teeth, every word carrying rage suppressed to the extreme.
"...But you have no idea what consequences your foolish actions will bring!"
"We've already seen the consequences." Miles spread his hands, looking innocent. "So, great Sorcerer Supreme Doom, don't tell me even you can't solve this little problem?"
"..."
Doom took a deep breath and forcibly calmed himself. There was no point arguing with these two bastards now.
Then he abruptly spread his hands, rapidly chanting intricate, obscure incantations. Golden magical radiance intertwined with deep green energy, tearing open a massive magical portal before him.
On the other side of the portal lay a brightly lit, vast underground space filled with a distinctive aesthetic of steel and magic intertwined. It was clearly Doom's lair.
"If you don't want to die, follow me!"
Doom shot the two of them a vicious glare, then stepped inside without looking back.
"Looks like the Sorcerer Supreme is a little angry." Mr. Sinister's phantom drifted beside Miles and whispered gleefully.
"He'll get used to it."
Miles shrugged and exchanged a