Marvel Cybernetic Girl

"This… this can't be happening! A mere human… just a human!"

The universe had gone completely dark.

The stars had died out.

The three of them stood suspended in the endless void.

Dormammu felt his power slipping away at an alarming rate.

It was the judgment of the natural order—punishment dealt by the laws of reality itself.

Even a god could not defy absolute truth.

"What… what did you do?!"

He tried to resist, but his connection to the Dark Dimension—his very lifeblood—was completely unresponsive.

"The Dark Dimension is dead, old monster. Simply put, your 'home' is gone."

Cradling the unconscious Kagura—exhausted from draining her energy—Stephen Strange spoke calmly.

"Time is the ultimate weapon. No being can escape its erosion. Not even the universe itself."

Dormammu roared, "No! This is impossible! I am eternal! The Dark Dimension is eternal!"

"Perhaps it was… once," Strange replied coldly. "But the moment time began to flow within the Dark Dimension, the fate of this universe was sealed."

He let out a scornful chuckle.

"The Second Law of Thermodynamics states that all matter and energy must eventually succumb to disorder and chaos."

"When there are no longer any ripples in the fabric of the universe, all meaning is lost. That's the fate known as heat death."

As he spoke, Dormammu's once-infinite body began to dissolve.

Time had killed the Dark Dimension.

Without it, Dormammu was nothing more than a fish out of water—doomed to perish as his energy dried up.

His former grandeur was gone. All that remained was despair and disbelief.

"How… how could I lose to humans? To mere mortals? I can't be defeated by them… I am Dormammu! The embodiment of the Dark Dimension! I am a god!"

"Maybe you were." Stephen Strange met his gaze.

"But as Miss Kagura once said… even gods can die. Nothing lasts forever—not even the universe."

"No… Nooo!"

Dormammu howled in fury, yet could only feel his strength vanishing.

Death was closing in.

"This feeling… is this… fear?"

He murmured to himself.

"So this is the primal drive of all living things… the emotion I abandoned eons ago? I remember now… I was once alive too…"

All life must face death. Yet there are always those who try to escape it.

Eons ago, Dormammu pursued eternal existence by fusing himself with the universe.

Time passed—how long, even he couldn't tell—and he transcended time itself, becoming a unique being in the multiverse.

Thus, the Dark Dimension was born.

But even that realm was not truly eternal.

Despite transcending time, the Dark Dimension constantly consumed energy.

To sustain itself, Dormammu had to devour other universes—over and over.

And so, he lingered for what felt like eternity, lost in the darkness, evading death.

But in the end…

Death awaits all life.

"Ahhh… I won't accept this—I refuse!"

Dormammu's massive face began to fade into the void. But his glowing green eyes flared violently one last time.

"No! I won't go alone! Even if I die—I'm taking you with me! Kagura—be my funeral pyre!"

With a final, thunderous roar, Dormammu unleashed the last of the Dark Dimension's energy from his eyes.

The dead universe flashed one final time—blinding, furious light radiating outward.

It was apocalyptic.

This was the last flicker of the Dark Dimension.

The final supernova.

The ultimate blow—a last desperate attack, burning Dormammu's very existence as fuel, igniting the remnants of a decayed universe.

Dormammu had discarded even his own identity for this.

He was a pitiful being—once driven by the desire for immortality, he had consumed countless worlds, countless lives.

But in the end, all sins must be repaid.

The devourer of universes was about to meet total annihilation.

And yet, he couldn't accept it.

Dormammu couldn't believe he had been defeated by mere mortals.

In all the universes he had devoured, there were countless Infinity Stones.

So why… why was it Kagura—this silver-haired girl—who could truly end him?

I won't accept it. I won't!

You'll die with me, woman!

We'll die together!

Now, Dormammu had only one obsession: destroy the girl who had brought him death.

The Dark Dimension's final blast was unimaginably powerful.

It was like igniting the corpse of an entire universe—turning all that remained into a never-ending surge of burning chaos.

Even if Strange created a mirrored universe with dimensional sorcery, it wouldn't withstand the force of a star's core burning through it.

Especially now—Strange and Kagura had already exhausted nearly all their magic just surviving the temporal flood.

"This is bad…!" Strange's pupils shrank in horror. He was helpless.

Was this their fate? To be burned to ashes by Dormammu's last desperate fury?

"…You're still putting up a fight, huh?"

At that moment, Kagura—who had been unconscious—slowly opened her eyes.

"I thought you'd just give up and die quietly…"

Her golden eyes stared at the incoming torrent of destruction.

Though barely able to move, she slowly raised her trembling arms.

"But don't think you've won. Even like this, I still have one last trump card."

"Kagura—what are you doing?!"

Stephen Strange quickly began forming the strongest dimensional barrier he could manage, trying to hold off Dormammu's attack just a little longer.

At the same time, he stared in shock as Kagura stood up, despite being too weak to even walk.

"Hey! You can't even stand—don't throw your life away!"

"Hah… Dr. Strange," Kagura smiled faintly.

"I've done a lot of strange things in my life… but dying isn't one of them."

[Core Skill Status: Confirmed]

[Auxiliary Core Energy: 100% Remaining]

[Core Skill Ready]

[Charged Construct Skin: Activated!]

In an instant, glowing blue lines traced across Kagura's entire body.

It was a power from a faraway world—technology and legacy reborn from across infinite time and space.

Kagura took a step forward, placing her slender body in front of Stephen Strange.

"In my story," she said firmly, "there's no place for tragedy."

'BOOM—!'

Dormammu's searing final attack came roaring down, sending Kagura's long silver hair whipping wildly through the air.

Her "White Moon" combat suit, having just finished rerouting power back into her core energy system, switched to full defense mode and deployed all its remaining reserves.

It became the first and only line of defense against the oncoming beam of destruction.

But even with vibranium materials and the most advanced energy shielding developed by Rhodes Island Industries, the suit couldn't withstand the power of Dormammu's self-sacrificial detonation.

It began to crack and disintegrate almost instantly, vanishing into dust under the sheer force of the blast.

And yet… something extraordinary happened.

As the White Moon suit was torn away, more and more of Kagura's body was exposed to the burning surge of energy—but not a single injury appeared on her skin.

Dormammu's energy could tear through nearly anything.

It could vaporize vibranium as if it were paper. And yet… it left not even the faintest mark on her body.

This was the true power of her Core Skill: Charged Construct Skin.

A construct. A super-construct.

This mysterious, otherworldly material represented an almost conceptual form of defense: theoretically indestructible, impervious to all known attacks—short of theoretical graviton beams strong enough to distort space itself.

A construct's resilience transcended even the fabric of space.

As long as space existed, the construct could not be broken.

No amount of heat or light, no matter how intense or even laced with mystical properties—could damage it.

The idea of the "construct" came from another world locked within Kagura's memories—Knights of Sidonia.

The same concept and terminology had also appeared in other works by the same author, like BLAME!

Simply put, a construct was a material that, once forged, was virtually indestructible and almost impossible to modify again.

Its properties might vary across different stories, but the core concept was always the same: unbreakable.

And Kagura's "Construct Skin" drew directly from that idea. It was her ultimate defense—an embodiment of invincibility.

Within the blinding torrent of energy, the silver-haired girl stood firm, her body shielding Stephen Strange behind her, carving out a sliver of safety in the inferno.

Because of her, the new Sorcerer Supreme was not instantly incinerated where he stood.

No one knew how long Dormammu's final blast lasted.

Eventually, it ended.

"Dormammu," Kagura said softly, her glowing blue circuits slowly dimming, her body barely covered by the tattered remains of her armor.

She lifted her head and let out a breath, a small victorious smile forming beneath her tousled bangs.

"Was that… supposed to hurt?"

"…Impossible…"

And with those last words, the once-unstoppable Dormammu vanished into the boundless void.

"…Whew. What a pain in the ass…" Kagura sighed and sank to the ground, completely exhausted. "Almost got wiped out there…"

"But I guess… it's finally over now…"

All things began to fade.

The silver-haired girl slumped to the ground and drifted into a deep sleep.

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—Norway, Northern Europe.

An old, white-haired man with a single eye sat quietly by the sea, watching the ocean as it alternated between calm and storm.

"…Twilight is coming," he murmured.