Tony stood in boundless space, looking with mild surprise at the Death Planets floating around him.
"Does the Dark Dimension... like having bone fragments floating around?"
He checked his coordinates with the Dark Dimension Mark, and his expression turned rather interesting.
"This is another dimension? Something in the Dark Dimension tampered with my teleportation and sent me off course?"
Tony raised an eyebrow. "As expected of that old fossil. He's got a few tricks up his sleeve."
But did you think this would stop me?
I'll drift around a spatial bend, crank the power to maximum, and ram straight in.
Let's see you try to deflect my teleportation then.
"The Dark Dimension Mark? Dormammu! You bastard, you dare come to my territory again!"
A furious roar came from behind the many Death Planets.
A skeletal giant over ten meters tall charged out into space, clad in white bone armor and wielding a massive bone sword. The soulfire in his eye sockets blazed fiercely.
Tony stopped teleporting. His nose twitched as he caught the enticing scent of darkness.
Compared with those scraps Dormammu had left behind...
He was more interested in the death lord before him, brimming with dark energy.
Under Tony's stare, the Bone Lord inexplicably felt an intense threat to his soulfire. He screeched to a halt and held his massive sword across his body. "You're not Dormammu. Who are you? The Ancient One?"
He had heard a little about what had happened to his next-door neighbor.
Ever since Dormammu had gotten into a feud with the Ancient One, he had come to torment them far less often.
Dormammu was either getting brutally beaten by the Ancient One or on his way to another brutal beating.
He was practically the dark world's undisputed champion of refusing to give up.