Marvel: The Ultimate Superman-Chapter 161. The Arrival of Kaecilius

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Just after Rogers sent the alert, the battlefield began to distort. Glass-like fragments shimmered into view around them, layers upon layers of translucent panes, refracting the city's light into surreal, shifting patterns.

It was as if they'd been transported to a dream.

Or, more precisely, the Mirror Dimension.

Rogers immediately sensed something was off. The dark sorcerers ahead had tensed, their confident demeanor replaced by panic.

"This kind of spellwork... that's Kamar-Taj," one of them gasped.

"Damn it it's the Mirror Dimension! Someone's tracking us!"

"Send word to Kaecilius. Now!"

Their voices cracked under pressure. Few in Kamar-Taj had the skill to wield the Mirror Dimension and none of them were enemies you wanted to face.

They had planned a quick ritual and retreat, confident that Dormammu's shielding would block any magical surveillance.

And yet they were already compromised.

Then—BOOM.

A section of the roof exploded as debris scattered in every direction. The sky above opened like a ripped curtain, revealing a high-altitude corridor carved straight through the building.

CRASH!

A figure dropped from above, landing hard in a storm of dust. Rogers and the others instinctively took a step back. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"Tony? Is that a new suit?"

Clint squinted at the armored silhouette. The sleek, silver exosuit shimmered with kinetic energy clearly advanced tech. But what caught everyone's eye was the golden cape, and emblazoned across the back: a bold, stylized S.

Rogers clenched his jaw.

"...Nolan."

The S wasn't just for show. Nolan had branded it onto Oscorp's tower and even altered the company's logo. And Rogers... still hadn't forgotten that time Nolan painted that S onto his own shield.

It felt like someone had borrowed his wife, rebranded her, and returned her with a new look.

Nolan calmly raised his hand and with a casual swipe, summoned a blazing orange portal. It hung in midair, illuminating the surreal mirror landscape.

From it stepped Mordo, gaze sharp.

"This is a strong Mirror Dimension. Stable, expansive... and judging by the faces of those sorcerers, they had no idea it was cast."

Nolan didn't even look at him.

He was already scanning the dark sorcerers, visor calculating their power levels. "So, here's the deal," he said. "Tell me where Kaecilius is..., or I'll beat the truth out of you."

"You—!"

BOOM.

Before they could react, Nolan was gone. The ground beneath him shattered like a bomb had gone off.

The five sorcerers raised shields infused with inky black energy summoned directly from the Dark Dimension. The defense formed a massive obsidian disc between them and the attacker.

But it shattered instantly.

A single punch glowing with white-hot, raw force smashed through their barrier. The five were launched backward like ragdolls, smashing through the walls and spiraling toward the city below.

Nolan casually rotated his fingers.

Reality flipped.

Rogers and his team found themselves hovering in the air, while the falling sorcerers rose back up toward the sky.

Golden whips Eldritch bindings lashed out and coiled around them, yanking them back through the shattered rooftop.

Then Nolan froze.

A disturbance.

Something or someone was tearing through his Mirror Dimension.

Black flames ignited midair, spiraling into a fiery portal. From it stepped a man with dark eyes, shadowed sockets, and a smirk born of corruption.

Kaecilius.

Mordo's voice dropped into a snarl. "Kaecilius... the traitor. He murdered the librarian and stole the Dark Rituals."

Now the corruption was visible in his aura Dark Dimension magic coursed through him like molten oil.

But Kaecilius wasn't interested in Mordo. He'd already dismissed him as irrelevant and weak even before Kaecilius had become Dormammu's disciple.

His eyes locked onto Nolan.

"When did the Ancient One start recruiting metahumans?"

The mirror walls around them cracked, groaning under Kaecilius' seething energy.

"None of your damn business."

Nolan hurled the captured sorcerers to Mordo's feet. "Let's see what makes you the so-called next Sorcerer Supreme."

"You'll find out," Kaecilius sneered.

FLASH.

The sky darkened. Gravity twisted.

Above Nolan, a swirling black inferno formed a massive darkfire meteor, conjured from forbidden spells.

FWOOM.

The heat scorched the air, threatening to tear the Mirror Dimension open.

Nolan's response?

A glacial wind exploded from above, countering the inferno in a burst of sub-zero magic. The meteor froze in midair and shattered into glittering shards.

Kaecilius narrowed his eyes. "Since when did Kamar-Taj accept superpowered freaks into its ranks?"

Traditionally, sorcerers were ordinary humans who honed mystical arts. Superhumans, with innate powers, were rarely chosen they were too unpredictable and often rejected by magic itself.

But this one he wasn't just accepted.

He was excelling.

CRACK.

The air snapped as Nolan launched again breaking the sound barrier with a burst from under his foot. He surged forward like a silver bullet.

Kaecilius sneered. "Still a fledgling, magic brute."

Dozens of fireballs formed in his wake. Black tendrils spiraled from nowhere, clawing at Nolan.

But Nolan's unstoppable tore through them like cannon fire. Every tendril shattered. Every flame extinguished.

Kaecilius' expression finally cracked.

"What... kind of strength is this?! A Kamar-Taj sorcerer shouldn't be this physically powerful!"

In his worldview, the power came from arcane mastery. Even the close-combat monks of Kamar-Taj relied on spellwork to empower their strikes.

But this man?

He was crushing magic... with raw strength.

"Ever heard of a Magical Superman, you backwater cultist?"

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