Dormammu Had to Lower His Standards Too

The Ancient One glanced at Banner and Tony, approval in her eyes.

"Yes, exactly." The Ancient One nodded. "That's why I need the support of another powerful force."

Magic never came without a price. She often used the Time Stone to predict the future only because she could afford to. Anyone else would have gone bankrupt long ago.

Russell looked at the green orb of light in the Ancient One's palm. His mind made up, he reached out without hesitation.

He turned his palm upward and spread his fingers.

A strand of golden light seeped from his fingertips, like a sunbeam drawn into a thread.

It was his control over Microscopic Particles made visible at the atomic level: Gravitons, photons, and gluons rearranged on a subatomic scale.

The light extended from his fingertips to the Ancient One's palm, where it touched the glow of the Time Stone.

Green and gold intertwined like two coiling snakes, like two rivers flowing together.

The points of light on the Orrery began to spin wildly. No one was controlling them; the interwoven forces had set them in motion.

Their paths shifted from orderly ellipses to jagged lines, then to indescribable curves. At a certain tipping point, they all burst apart.

At that moment, countless scenes appeared across the Orrery, their contents undergoing a seismic transformation.

The projection, once limited to the timelines of a Single Universe, broke through its bounds in an instant and spread across endless Parallel Universes and Timeline Branches.

Microscopic Particles reconstructed the paths of time, filling the gaps in the Time Stone's projections. Every being that stood beyond the rules or hid in the shadows was stripped of its disguise and exposed within the scenes.

The four visiting Avengers had no way to intervene. They could only stand rooted to