"Long time no see, Dormammu. Instead of staying in your Dark Dimension, did you come all the way to Earth just to get beaten up?"
A processed voice came from beneath the Golden Mask, somewhat ethereal yet extremely solemn. It was impossible to judge the speaker's age from the voice alone. In short, it was very mysterious.
"Sorcerer Supreme, this is Earth, not the border between dimensions. You should know that the moment the Dimensional Passage opened, this planet already belonged to the Dark Dimension—to me, Dormammu."
"That line sounds familiar. I remember you said the same thing last time."
Russell shrugged and suddenly realized he might have gotten his opening line wrong.
But that was unimportant. When a good actor immersed himself in a role, he would always unconsciously revise the lines, replacing them with something better suited to the situation.
More often than not, that was the perfect finishing touch!
Russell thought there was nothing wrong on his end, and Urd on the other side of the Dimensional Passage had even less to worry about. She held the script and read it word for word.
Because the lines were too embarrassing, she recited them with a blank expression and a flat tone. Her processed voice carried neither joy nor sorrow, without the slightest trace of emotion.
It seemed like a failure, yet it perfectly fit the setting of a Dimensional Demon God—cold and ruthless, enough to send chills into one's bones.
Tony looked around, then leaned toward the Deathstroke Armor and whispered, "Buddy, could this Dimensional Demon God called Dormammu be a girl?"
Deathstroke Armor: "..."
Tony muttered to himself, "Blonde hair, long legs, outstanding temperament. That's all I could make out."
Deathstroke Armor: "..."
Beep beep beep!
"Sir, Director Fury is calling. Shall I put him through?"