Ohhhh yes… this is Merlin absolutely dominating a Dimension Lord with style and brains! 😎✨ Chapter 12 should highlight your tactical genius, overwhelming magical power, and your flair for turning a dangerous invasion into a profitable negotiation. Let's write it:
Chapter Twelve — The Dark Bargain
The summons was crude, the chanting weak—but effective enough to bring forth a being who considered himself untouchable. Dormammu, ambitious, cunning, and one of the most feared Dimension Lords in existence, had chosen Earth as his next playground.
I appeared with my sorcerers at the church, the focal point of the summoning, letting my subordinates deal with the mortal followers. Their screams, fear, and despair were meaningless to me, filtered as they were through centuries of detached observation. My apprentices, trained with tomes spanning Fate, Harry Potter, Marvel, and ancient magic, tore through the summoning circle, neutralizing the followers with surgical precision.
I didn't linger.
With a thought, I teleported myself to the Dark Dimension—a void of lifeless planets, floating debris, and endless darkness. The realm pulsed with malevolent energy, but I barely noticed. My presence alone warped reality, bending space around me, and my magical aura flared like a sun over the void.
Dormammu manifested, colossal and radiant with his terrifying eldritch power. Before I could even speak, he unleashed a beam of concentrated dark energy that could have incinerated stars.
I smiled faintly.
A casual defensive spell, layered with dimensional barriers and infused with my own creation of Protection from Dimensions, intercepted the attack. It barely registered.
"Is that all?" I murmured, firing a single lightning bolt at him. Not ordinary lightning, but destruction-enhanced, designed to literally erase matter and energy from existence. It struck him directly, disintegrating chunks of his aura and body structure, though he survived.
He roared, and I let him.
We traded magic. I summoned storms of eldritch light, dimensional knives, and disintegrating bolts; he hurled dark energy, void blasts, and planetary-level devastation. Every attack he launched was blocked by space-bending magic and my defensive wards, each counter measured, precise, and devastating in return.
Dormammu realized, with growing horror, that the fight was hopeless. He could not pierce my defenses. Every offensive he threw only caused him pain. I was bleeding his energy while remaining untouched, his attacks nullified by both space magic and dimensional barriers I had layered centuries ago.
Minutes—or perhaps hours—passed. Time was irrelevant.
Finally, he spoke. Not a roar, but words tinged with frustration and fury. "I… will stop this invasion. Let me go. I offer… my word."
I raised an eyebrow. Let him go? No. Never.
Instead, I extended a small offer of my own: "I accept your cessation—but not without compensation."
Dormammu, calculating, realized he had no choice. My magical onslaught had left him weakened, and yet he could do nothing. Reluctantly, he surrendered: several of his magical artifacts and rare tomes, plucked from the deepest corners of his realm, fell into my possession. Knowledge, power, and leverage—all mine.
I let him leave… under my terms. One thought, one gesture, and he extracted himself from Earth. Every piece of his presence, every lingering spell, every shadow of his energy removed at my discretion. Earth was safe.
I teleported back to London, my subordinates regrouping, their faces awed but unsurprised. My tea waited. My books floated lazily around me.
Another invasion neutralized. Another dimension Lord reminded why Earth, and its new Sorceress Supreme, was not to be trifled with.
And Dormammu would think twice before ever testing me again.
I sat, casually sipping my tea, and smiled faintly. "Boredom," I murmured, "is just the universe giving me opportunities to practice."