On the car's TV screen, the pitch-black demon god swung its sword and severed Dormammu's head. Then, with a burst of Dark Tide, it blew Dormammu apart on the spot.
Tony and Nick Fury could not make sense of it. The lord of the Dark Dimension had died to darkness—what kind of move was that...
All they could say was that magic truly was unscientific. It did not follow any logic at all!
Neither of them knew the first thing about magic, and since the caster was the Sorcerer Supreme, the foremost authority in the field, they did not voice their doubts lest they make fools of themselves by pretending to understand.
Nick Fury nodded solemnly. "As expected of the Sorcerer Supreme. His mastery of magic is truly unprecedented. Even the lord of the Dark Dimension was no match for him in the use of Dark Magic."
Tony gave Nick Fury a surprised look. He had not expected the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. to understand magic as well. Unwilling to fall behind, he nodded too. "Exactly. Truly astonishing!"
"..."
Steve pressed a hand to his forehead. The silly dialogue at his ears worried him deeply. After downing a mouthful of bitter wine, he felt even more miserable, as though he were about to become depressed.
Suddenly, the demon god's body slowly turned around on the screen. Lightning flared in its eyes, and then the image went completely black.
Nick Fury hurriedly slapped the car TV. Uneasy, he said, "This... Could the Sorcerer Supreme have noticed someone spying on him and used magic to shoot down the reconnaissance satellite?"
"No, you clearly have a severe persecution complex!"
Since this involved his own field of expertise, Tony showed no mercy as he launched into verbal combat. One sentence left Nick Fury with a