"Miraculous creation... the Eternal Crystal." Doom looked at the damaged Eternal Crystal and spoke slowly. "Doom thinks it must have been beautiful when it was whole."
Hearing Doom's assessment, Immortus's expression turned even uglier.
The intact Eternal Crystal truly had been beautiful, but the problem was that it was damaged now.
"Your tone makes me very uncomfortable," Immortus said coldly. "I'll give you two choices. First, remove the Holy Domain and open a passage to Earth for me."
"Second, I'll crush you myself and do it on my own."
"No one can force Doom to make a choice." Supreme Doom slowly raised a hand. Even before this master of time, his posture remained arrogant. "Doom will only crush every fool standing in his way!"
"Arrogant native."
Immortus stopped wasting words. He spread his five fingers and made a grasping motion at Doom!
The space before him instantly shattered into countless flickering mirrors, each reflecting a completely different Victor von Doom!
Doom wandering a gypsy camp as a child, Doom rising to prominence at an American university as a young man, Doom donning an iron mask and ruling Latveria, and even... a Doom wearing an apron and frantically flipping burger patties in a hamburger shop.
Countless timelines, countless possibilities, all being toyed with in Immortus's palm.
"Your past really is colorful." Immortus's fingers disdainfully brushed across the fragments of time as though selecting the most fitting instrument of torture. "You successfully angered me. So I'll let you experience the most despairing death imaginable!"
His fingertip abruptly stopped, locking onto the dimmest scene among them.
It was a bleak hillside beneath a blood-red sunset. A frail boy knelt on the ground, staring blankly into the distance.
His father had died while fleeing the nobles through a blizzard, while his mother's soul had