Marvel Cybernetic Girl

Reality itself twisted and folded in on itself. All things—heaven and earth—were shattering and collapsing.

There was no doubt about it: the fabric of reality on Bleecker Street was now entirely under the control of the Ancient One.

Once the most powerful Sorcerer Supreme, now corrupted and consumed by Dormammu, the Ancient One had become a puppet of the Dark Dimension.

Her already immense powers had grown exponentially—reality was now nothing more than a toy in her hands.

At this moment, the world was flipped upside down. All things were splitting apart.

The city had become a surreal nightmare, like something straight out of Inception.

The sky, once above, now stretched beneath their feet like a gaping, blue abyss.

Gravity no longer made sense.

Communications were down.

The "Halo" orbital weapons platform hovering in low Earth orbit had lost its coordinates and was rendered useless.

The ground floated in midair.

Skyscrapers jutted out from the horizon like an inverted fortress wall, endlessly replicating themselves like rows of jagged barricades.

The entire scene was a shifting kaleidoscope—a maze of mirrored images, folding and expanding endlessly, blurring the line between direction and dimension.

Sky, land, and city merged into one.

The surreal environment resembled a colossal space station suspended in a deep blue cosmic backdrop, an eerie visual overload that bent the limits of human perception.

This was the power of a sorcerer channeling the Dark Dimension: the ability to warp reality itself.

Against such might, even sorcerers like Doctor Strange and Wong, not to mention weapons merely infused with dimensional energy, stood little chance.

With communications cut off, navigation systems went haywire.

Iron Legion units began crashing one after another, exploding in midair.

The city's defensive systems—once tirelessly retaliating—short-circuited and shut down completely due to the dimensional fragmentation disrupting their power sources.

Within moments, the Avengers' defensive line crumbled.

The heroes fought desperately in the shattered remains of reality, struggling just to keep themselves and their allies alive.

When reality itself becomes your enemy, no technology, no weapon can function as intended.

The ground, carrying entire city blocks, came crashing down from the sky—smashing Iron Legion units and Dark Dimension hounds alike.

Only for the wreckage to be lifted once more and hurled like missiles at the remaining heroes.

"Do you see it now, Kagura? This… is the power of the Dark Dimension. This… is Dormammu's power."

Hovering high above the chaos, the Ancient One looked down with cold detachment.

"Do you understand now? Your resistance means nothing. You're just ants, scrambling beneath the boot of a god. Against Dormammu's power, you're utterly helpless"

And truthfully, even from Kagura's perspective—the gap in power was overwhelming.

Fighting off Dark Dimension creatures?

Trading dimensional blasts with the Ancient One?

Battling corrupted sorcerers?

That was manageable.

But facing an enemy who could directly reshape reality, who could twist the physical world into a nightmarish dreamscape.

That was beyond the reach of any magic weapon, beyond the power of any known sorcerer.

"You really are something else, Ancient One."

Amidst the chaotic terrain and twisted buildings, Kagura stood firmly on what remained of solid ground, gazing up at the godlike figure.

"This kind of power… even if we had another hundred years, I doubt we'd reach your level."

"Good," the Ancient One smiled. "Kagura, do you still dream of changing fate? Tell me, how do you plan to save this 'Ancient One' who's already been completely devoured by Dormammu?"

"Oh, that? Actually, it's not that difficult."

Kagura shrugged playfully.

"Don't get me wrong—I respect your power. But I never said I was giving up."

"Oh?" The Ancient One raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"How amusing. Your fellow heroes are in disarray. Your precious weapons lie in ruins. Your world is falling apart."

"Killing you now would be as easy as crushing an ant. Not even the Infinity Stones can save you." She smiled confidently.

"If you don't believe me, try using the Reality Stone. The Infinity Stones only work within your universe. The Dark Dimension lies beyond their reach."

"I know, I know~" Kagura strolled casually, hands behind her back.

"But here's the thing: Dimensional sorcery is all about channeling energy from alternate dimensions through contracts, right?"

"That means—even the Dark Dimension—if someone can access it with a strong enough spell, they can use its own power against you."

"You're not wrong," the Ancient One said, "but there's no sorcerer stronger than me left in this world."

"Anyone who connects to the Dark Dimension gets their mind devoured by Dormammu instantly."

"And even if that weren't true… do you have any idea how long it would take to train someone strong enough to challenge Dormammu?"

"Is that so?"

Kagura smiled faintly.

"Then tell me, Ancient One—how does Dormammu corrupt something that has no soul, no mind… no consciousness?"

"…What did you say?"

For the first time, the Ancient One's confidence faltered.

Confusion and even fear flickered across her face.

"No… what you're talking about is impossible. Sorcery requires a soul. It must be learned by a sentient being!"

"You're wrong," Kagura interrupted.

"Artificial constructs can wield dimensional sorcery. That's the brilliance of human civilization—the product of our relentless pursuit of knowledge and innovation."

She raised her voice slightly, her eyes gleaming with resolve.

"You… no—Dormammu—have severely underestimated the power of modern human civilization!"

The twisted space around them began to shift—subtly at first, then more noticeably.

It was clear that the Ancient One's control over the fabric of reality was starting to weaken.

"What is this?!" she demanded, her tone edged with disbelief. "Kagura Hitomi, what strange contraption have you built this time?"

She could feel it—her once-absolute command over the dimension was rapidly slipping from her grasp.

"You little fox… What did you do? What trick could possibly weaken me, weaken the power of the Dark Dimension—of Dormammu himself?!"

"Oh, don't get me wrong, Master Ancient One. I didn't weaken Dormammu's power," Kagura replied calmly, brushing a silver strand of hair behind her ear as the rest danced in the wind.

She stood tall, her confidence unwavering. "That's not something I could do. But…"

She smiled, eyes sharp and voice resolute.

"Do you know what truly sets modern civilization apart, Master? It's not just our advanced scientific theories, or our powerful weapons."

"It's something far more underestimated."

"It's industrialization—standardized, mass production!"

Yes, the true cornerstone of modern human civilization wasn't just knowledge or invention.

It was productivity—ever-growing, ever-accelerating.

As long as you had a functional blueprint, and a reliable manufacturing standard, modern civilization could reproduce any invention a thousandfold in the blink of an eye. What was once a rare treasure could now be mass-produced until it was as common as dirt.

Which meant—

If you could create one synthetic being capable of wielding dimensional sorcery… then you could create ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand.

"Master, the YoRHa battalion is ready," a mechanical voice rang through her earpiece.

"Dimensional sorcery synchronization stable. Reality compression underway. Current units deployed: 90… 120… 180… 240… 360…"

"Watch closely, Ancient One," Kagura said, her tone cool and commanding. "This—this is the strength of modern civilization. The power of scale."

"Standardized production. Automation and mass deployment. This is the strength that Kamar-Taj and all your ancient traditions could never hope to replicate!"

Elites would always be rare—by their very nature.

Just like the most exquisite blade, too rare and delicate for the chaos of war.

But war… war had always belonged to those who could produce weapons and soldiers by the thousands.

"What… what is this madness?!"

The Ancient One called upon the might of the Dark Dimension, but something was actively suppressing her.

The mystical energies she commanded were being compressed, limited—pushed back by an overwhelming force.

"No… This can't be. Even with the Eye of Agamotto, I've never foreseen a sorcerer stronger than me… Unless—wait…!"

And then, in the distance, she saw them.

The stabilized dimensional rift revealed countless figures advancing.

Hundreds of YoRHa warriors, clad in sleek, flight-enabled exosuits, each wielding the power of dimensional sorcery.

Each one channeling the power of Dormammu—and yet immune to his corruption.

Because they weren't alive.

They were machines—soulless, mindless constructs.

Dormammu had no spirit to invade, no mind to corrupt.

"One person can't defeat you. Ten can't either," Kagura said calmly, her voice echoing like a verdict. "But what about a hundred? Two hundred? Five hundred?"

"Master, war has never been won by elites alone. It's always been won by legions of trained soldiers. That's the truth of modern warfare. And that's how I'll defeat you."

The YoRHa units formed a vast, coordinated battle formation powered by dimensional sorcery on an industrial scale.

An unimaginable surge of energy burst forth from the Dark Dimension—not to destroy, but to reconstruct, channeled by the machines to bend reality back in their favor.

"Individually, humans are fragile," Kagura said softly, as the ground trembled beneath her.

"But human civilization… possesses unimaginable power."

A slight smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Dormammu… don't underestimate this young civilization."

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