Limbo.
When Dormammu and Satanish appeared,
the native demons of Limbo fell into hopeless despair.
Especially since the mysterious guardian was not present,
they knew they stood no chance against two top-tier Dimensional Lords.
These were no ordinary invaders—
Dormammu and Satanish were infamous across the dimensional universe.
Even Velasco, the previous ruler of Limbo, might have struggled to hold off just one of them on his own turf.
Let alone both.
And then—
Things became even more desperate.
Not long after, Fez arrived as well.
The wrath of three top Dimensional Lords could only be appeased by the utter annihilation of everyone in Limbo's borderlands.
The massacre began.
Countless demons perished in despair.
Even at the moment of their deaths, they couldn't understand.
Weren't Dimensional Lords like Mephisto and Illyana supposed to be allies?
Why would Dormammu betray one of his own?
Why was Mephisto—once feared and revered—so consumed with fury that he unleashed his wrath indiscriminately?
No answers came.
Dormammu and Satanish offered no explanations.
Their fury left no room for dialogue.
Mephisto joined in the bloodbath,
his rage fueling his destruction.
If the real universe couldn't be conquered,
then the border of Hell would be their compensation.
But just as the slaughter raged—
A familiar spatial ripple shimmered through the air.
A familiar figure emerged from the portal.
It was Illyana—now fully demonized.
Clad in magical armor and wielding the Soul Blade,
she stepped forward in her most powerful form.
Right behind her were Aaron and Jean.
As soon as they arrived,
all three Dimensional Lords halted their rampage.
"Hahaha! You really dared to show up—
and with your real bodies, no less!
In that case, you'll never leave!"
"This is our territory!" Satanish roared with a crazed grin, seeing a chance for revenge.
Aaron's gaze was calm.
He turned to the mysterious guardian and gave a subtle signal.
The guardian nodded, and instantly,
the power of the border dimension surged at her command.
"This is your territory?" Aaron asked. "No. This is my territory."
"Hmph! So what if Limbo belongs to you?" Dormammu sneered.
"In the dimensional universe, we are the true masters!"
"Die, traitor!" Satanish was the first to strike.
But he didn't reach Aaron—
he was intercepted by the secret guardian.
Dormammu and Mephisto charged forward.
Dormammu clashed with Jean.
Mephisto confronted Aaron directly.
It wasn't that Aaron couldn't face all three—
but to finish things quickly, they divided their enemies.
Aaron and Mephisto were old rivals,
intimately familiar with each other's strengths and weaknesses.
For speed and efficiency,
it was the optimal matchup.
Mephisto, blinded by vengeance, didn't question it.
He refused to believe he could lose to the God of Magic—
not here, not in the dimensional realm.
But reality hit hard.
Neither Dormammu nor Satanish expected Mephisto to fall so quickly.
Mephisto had been wary of Aaron's Superman form—
but seeing that Aaron hadn't activated it,
he felt confident in close combat.
That was his mistake.
Within a split second,
Aaron crushed both of Mephisto's hands.
"How…?" Mephisto gasped.
"You haven't even transformed!"
Still dazed, Mephisto had no time to react.
Aaron teleported to him—
and with overwhelming strength,
crushed Mephisto on the spot!
Massive hands clamped down,
and with a few gruesome cracks,
Mephisto was silenced.
No screams—just pain,
then darkness.
Mephisto's consciousness floated in the void,
watching as Aaron absorbed his body—again,
just like in the real universe.
It was devastating.
That sense of powerlessness filled him with rage and sorrow.
"Why did it end like this?"
he wondered, shattered.
Dormammu and Satanish were in shock.
Was Mephisto that weak?
Or was Aaron just that strong?
Even Illyana and Jean were stunned.
This was the Mephisto of the dimensional world—
not some minor fiend.
Yet Aaron had wiped him out in seconds.
It was… outrageous.
With Mephisto finished,
Aaron turned toward Dormammu.
Dormammu, in his energy form,
saw the hunger in Aaron's eyes
and immediately recalled what happened in the real universe.
Mephisto's fading consciousness echoed a warning to Dormammu:
Beware of Aaron's bizarre absorption ability.
It didn't follow the usual laws.
Not only could it devour offered energy—
it could forcibly extract power from within their very cores!
No consent. No warning. Just take.
As Mephisto's essence returned to his hellish dimension,
his energy was drawn once more into the cycle of resurrection.
This was the true challenge of battling a top Dimensional Lord—
they were tied to their home dimensions.
To truly kill one, you had to destroy their realm.
Physically or spiritually—absorb it or annihilate it.
Aaron didn't plan to finish Mephisto now.
First, he had to deal with Dormammu and Satanish—
then he'd head to Mephisto's dimension.
Dormammu hesitated after the warning,
but soon summoned his full power.
His energy coalesced into a giant armored form—
muscular, crowned with fire.
It was Dormammu's classic avatar,
used for external engagements.
Before becoming the Dark Dimension's ruler,
this was his true body—
a living star, a mobile realm.
Dormammu leaned in, towering above Aaron.
A thunderous voice echoed:
"God of Magic, the price of defying me is beyond your reckoning."
"Become one with the darkness."
"Serve me, and wash away your past sins."
He unleashed twin infernos from his palms—
space itself seemed to burn.
Flames howled toward Aaron.
But then Aaron did something unexpected.
He grew—rapidly.
And in one smooth motion,
he swallowed Dormammu's flames.
In moments, he stood as tall as Dormammu.
Though his body wasn't an energy construct,
his LV7 Iron Body gave him terrifying strength.
In this form, his magic remained fully intact.
With his previously absorbed energy,
Aaron launched a furious assault.
Dormammu, now in a body of pure energy,
was driven back.
Each punch carried seismic force.
The earth groaned.
The sky shook.
Golden mists and hellfire collided,
bringing dread to every creature in the dimension.
Demons dropped to their knees, begging.
They could do nothing but pray.
This battle was beyond them.
Even the aftermath might annihilate them.
And worse—Hell itself might not survive.
Dormammu was losing.
Satanish, seeing this, tried to break away from the guardian.
But she was no pushover.
Her magical armor neutralized many spells.
Her Soul Blade was lethal to all magical beings.
And Limbo's boundless energy flowed through her.
She wasn't just holding Satanish off—
she had the power to kill him.
The Soul Blade was devastating to magical life.
If she could master it fully,
she could sever a Dimensional Lord's link to their dimension—
the one thing they feared most.
Even now, Satanish dared not face its edge directly.
Trying to retreat, he found himself unable to turn his back.
He'd already suffered damage.
Each slash from the Soul Blade cost him a chunk of his core energy.
Terrifying.
Satanish, a brute-force melee demon with almost no agility or intelligence,
was stuck.
He could only watch helplessly
as Aaron pummeled Dormammu.
Dormammu's magic attacks were absorbed effortlessly.
Aaron even hiccupped after one.
That infuriated Dormammu.
But before he could retaliate—
dozens of thick chains shot in from every direction,
binding his limbs.
"Crimson Chains of Cyttorak?!"
"Impossible—you know that spell?!"
Dormammu's expression darkened.
These were the most powerful binding spells known.
Once ensnared, breaking free was impossible—
unless the caster was significantly weaker.
But Aaron's strength matched Dormammu's—
and then some.
Worse—several giant clones of Aaron had split off.
Each wielded a chain.
In full view, they tore Dormammu apart.
A vortex appeared.
Before Dormammu could respond,
his body was absorbed by Aaron.
Only Satanish remained.
He stood frozen,
watching as Aaron dispatched Mephisto and Dormammu effortlessly.
Panic rose in his chest.
Is this really the God of Magic?
Or… is this some terrifying dimensional lord in disguise?
While Satanish hesitated,
the Soul Blade struck again—
severing his arm.
The pain brought him back to reality—
but it was too late.
Aaron turned.
His gaze locked on Satanish.
Cold. Merciless.
It wasn't the look of a human.
It was the look of a predator eyeing its prey.
Satanish's mind echoed a single phrase:
Dimensional Lord Hunter.
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