It was as though it happened in an instant, yet also as though it had existed since time immemorial. The Spatial Rifts that had originally surrounded Lord Mar-Vell, those rifts filled with loving gazes from the Alternate Dimension, now belonged to Doom.
The rifts now circled Doctor Doom, yet the gods' gazes fell upon Deadpool, who stood before the doctor clutching his stomach and groaning.
The immense energy leaking from Another World dispelled Doctor Doom's Invisibility Magic, exposing both him and Deadpool, who looked as though he were ten months pregnant, to the vacuum of space.
But gods loved all living beings. Even without any protection, Deadpool could still breathe freely in space.
Doctor Doom's green cloak was buffeted by the torrent of energy, streaming behind him like a flag. His arms were crossed before his chest, golden energy seeping from between his fingers.
He had not actually done anything. Mar-Vell had completed the ritual to summon the Old Ones. Doom had merely seen that Mar-Vell had summoned every Old God who could come cheer him on, and when he was preparing to enter the second phase, Doom cast a spell to divert the Old Gods' attention.
To use a more down-to-earth example, it was like a fast-food stall putting out an advertisement and attracting a crowd of customers for a tasting event. Then Doom, lying in wait beside it, suddenly started up his own food truck and began blasting music, making it obvious that he was stealing business.
Neither side could decide what the customers wanted to eat, but it was obvious that once they ate one side's fast food, the other side's would lose its appeal.
The signature dish over there was Lord Mar-Vell's brains. The signature dish over here was bursting Deadpool sashimi.
Deathstroke was clearly very