Chapter 5
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Doctor Strange had underestimated Solomon's power, and now he was paying the price. The entire dimension had shifted to Solomon's will, and the Sorcerer Supreme was left feeling shaken and helpless.
Solomon, on the other hand, was sitting comfortably on a large throne that was a mix of gold, red, and white. His temple, which was usually mostly white, had been adorned with extra red and gold to fit his full color scheme. He looked down at Doctor Strange with a smirk on his face.
"Have you given up?" Solomon asked, his voice dripping with confidence.
Doctor Strange, despite his fear, refused to back down. "I still have a few tricks up my sleeve," he said, his hands moving in a circular motion.
A portal opened up, and a woman coated in golden energy emerged from it. She was flying straight towards Solomon, her fist ready to strike. But Solomon was not one to be caught off guard. A golden portal opened up in front of her, and a shield appeared, just in time to block her attack. Lightning arced off the shield, blasting the woman back.
Solomon watched the whole thing with an amused expression on his face. The woman quickly recovered in mid-air, her form still clad in golden energy. She was a formidable opponent, but Solomon was not worried. He had faced worse in his long life.
She was a vision of beauty, her long, golden-blond hair cascading down her back like a shimmering waterfall. It was the kind of hair that begged to be touched, its soft, silky strands catching the light and reflecting it in a dazzling display.
Her face was a masterpiece of symmetry and balance, with high, sculpted cheekbones, a delicate, straight nose, and full, sensual lips. Her eyes were a captivating shade of blue.
Her body was a symphony of curves and contours, a testament to the beauty of the human form. Her breasts were full and inviting, their soft roundness a stark contrast to the firmness of her toned abdomen. They were the perfect size, neither too large nor too small, and they strained against the fabric of her uniform, hinting at the delights that lay beneath.
Her waist tapered inwards, a delicate hourglass shape that accentuated the fullness of her hips and the length of her legs. Her buttocks were round and shapely, their firm muscles hinting at a life of activity and movement. They were a sight to behold, a perfect blend of femininity and strength.
Her uniform was a sight to behold, its bold, vibrant colors a perfect contrast to her soft, golden hair. The top of her uniform was a fiery red, the color of passion and desire. It hugged her curves, accentuating the fullness of her breasts and the narrowness of her waist. In the middle of her chest, there was a golden star.
The bottom of her uniform was mostly blue, the color of the sky and the sea. It flared out slightly, accentuating the fullness of her hips and the length of her legs. Her gloves and boots were both red, a bold, vibrant color that matched the top of her uniform and added a touch of excitement and danger to her appearance. (I need to start doing this for every new character lmao)
As Solomon sat on his throne, watching the woman clad in golden energy hover in mid-air, he couldn't help but think about how every woman he had encountered so far since his reincarnation was extremely and unnaturally beautiful. He wondered if this was a common trope in fiction.
Solomon couldn't help but be mildly amused by the woman coated in golden energy. He had seen his fair share of beautiful women, both in his past life and in the various worlds he had visited, but there was something unnatural about her beauty. It was as if she was a character straight out of a fiction novel.
The woman, who Solomon assumed was Captain Marvel, narrowed her eyes at him. She was clearly annoyed that her attack had been so easily dismissed. "Strange, do you have a plan?" she asked, turning her attention to the Sorcerer Supreme.
Doctor Strange shook his head slightly, a look of concern on his face. "I have a last resort, but it's not something I want to use unless absolutely necessary," he said, his voice laced with caution.
Captain Marvel frowned at his words but nodded in understanding. She knew that sometimes, in the heat of battle, difficult decisions had to be made. "Just distract him," Doctor Strange said, his eyes locked onto Solomon.
Nodding slightly, Captain Marvel burst forward in a flurry of speed and golden energy. She fired a few photon blasts at Solomon, which he easily blocked with a magical shield. However, as she got closer, she saw an opportunity to strike. With all her might, she punched the shield, causing it to crack and shatter.
Solomon had been watching the whole thing unfold, a look of mild amusement on his face. He had allowed them to break the shield, as he wanted to see how they would react. However, as Captain Marvel's fist flew towards his face, he casually caught her hand, causing a shockwave to ripple through the air.
Both Captain Marvel and Doctor Strange stared at him in shock. They couldn't believe that he had been able to catch her punch so easily. "You believe I was physically weak just because I used magic and didn't fight you physically?" Solomon sighed, shaking his head. "I suppose I'll start trying a bit more," he said, his voice laced with danger.
Suddenly, the air around them began to thicken, and a feeling of raw mana spread out, forcing both Captain Marvel and Doctor Strange to the ground. They could feel the power emanating from Solomon, and they knew that they were in serious trouble.
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Meanwhile, the fight between Evelyn, Thor, Ironman, and the Hulk was still raging on. The shockwave from their previous clash had destroyed everything within a 50-mile radius, and the four of them were now floating in mid-air, surrounded by debris.
Thor was the first to make a move, summoning a massive bolt of lightning and hurling it towards Evelyn. She easily dodged it, her agile movements allowing her to evade the attack with ease. In response, she countered with a blast of energy from her blue orb, sending it hurtling towards Thor. The God of Thunder was able to block the attack with his hammer, Mjolnir, but the force of the blast still sent him flying backwards.
Meanwhile, the Hulk, who had fully regenerated from his previous injuries, charged towards Evelyn with a massive fist raised. She glanced at the green behemoth, her eyes narrowing slightly as she prepared for the attack. With lightning-fast reflexes, she ducked under his large chest and then delivered a powerful punch to his stomach, sending him flying backwards.
As she turned to face Thor once again, she saw that he was holding Mjolnir in his hand, the hammer having been fixed and put back together. "How?" she questioned, her eyes wide with surprise. Thor merely smirked in response, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Evelyn could feel a massive amount of power being condensed into the hammer, and she was genuinely interested in the attack that Thor was about to unleash. She allowed him to charge the attack, her eyes never leaving the hammer.
Just as Thor was about to unleash the attack, Iron Man placed his hand on the God of Thunder's back, and Evelyn watched as the beams from Iron Man's armor seemed to condense and merge with the attack. A blast of raw power shot forth from the hammer, and Evelyn smirked, ready to block the attack.
However, before she could react, the Hulk appeared behind her, his massive fist raised. She was about to turn and face him, but the punch landed, sending her hurtling towards the blast. A massive explosion erupted, and smoke and debris filled the air.
"So, what was that exactly?" Tony asked, having never seen Thor unleash an attack like that before.
"That was my God Blast," Thor replied, his voice filled with pride. "It is a blast of concentrated godly essence. I didn't believe that it would be enough to take her out on its own, but with the help of your armor, I believe it did some damage."
As the smoke cleared, Evelyn's figure could be seen, her skin still smooth and flawless, but there were rips and tears in her outfit, and her eyes held a different, more dangerous look. She was furious, and the heroes braced themselves for the next round of attacks.
"I think we messed up," Tony said with a nervous chuckle, just as a loud explosion echoed through the air. The group quickly turned to see where Solomon and Doctor Strange had been fighting, only to find a massive rip in the fabric of space and time
Standing in front of the tear were Doctor Strange and Captain Marvel, both of them looking shaken and exhausted. But it was the two figures that emerged from the portal that truly caught their attention.
The first was Solomon, and the other…
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A few moments earlier, Doctor Strange was growing increasingly concerned. "At this rate, I might have to bring him to the dark dimensions," he murmured to himself. For the past few minutes, they had tried nearly everything in their arsenal, but all of their attacks had failed. Solomon hadn't even moved from his spot on the throne, that same amused look on his face. Both Doctor Strange and Captain Marvel knew that the only reason they were still alive was that Solomon found them amusing, and perhaps because he was also staring at Captain Marvel's body, specifically her curves.
Just as Doctor Strange was about to try and teleport himself and Captain Marvel away, space and time rippled and shook. The dimension they were in shattered, causing a massive explosion to happen on Earth. As the dust settled, a woman was standing there.
She was a vision of sensuality, her long, reddish-brown hair cascading down her back like a fiery waterfall. The soft, silky strands shimmered in the light, reflecting a myriad of warm, inviting colors. Her face was a work of art, a delicate interplay of light and shadow that was both captivating and mesmerizing. Her high, sculpted cheekbones caught the light, their smooth, unblemished skin glowing with a soft, warm radiance. Her delicate, straight nose was the perfect size, neither too large nor too small. It sat in the middle of her face, a perfect balance between her high cheekbones and her full, sensual lips.
Her lips were a sight to behold, their soft, plump curves a perfect contrast to the firmness of her jawline. They were the kind of lips that begged to be kissed, their soft, velvety texture a promise of pleasure and delight. Her eyes were a captivating shade of green, framed by long, dark lashes. Their soft, feathery texture was a perfect contrast to the firmness of her brow.
Her body was a masterpiece, a symphony of curves and contours that was both captivating and mesmerizing. Her shoulders were bare and exposed, their smooth, unblemished skin a perfect contrast to the bold, vibrant color of her outfit. They were the kind of shoulders that begged to be touched, their firm muscles hinting at a life of activity and movement.
Her breasts were full and inviting, their soft, round curves a perfect contrast to the firmness of her abdomen. They were the perfect size, neither too large nor too small, and they strained against the fabric of her outfit, hinting at the delights that lay beneath.
The top of her outfit was a dark, rich red, the color of passion and desire. It hugged her curves, accentuating the fullness of her breasts and the narrowness of her waist. A dark red M was emblazoned on the top of her outfit, outlining her perfect-sized breasts and adding a touch of mystery and intrigue to her appearance.
Her waist was a perfect hourglass shape, a delicate curve that accentuated the fullness of her hips and the length of her legs. Her buttocks were round and shapely, their firm muscles hinting at a life of activity and movement. They were a sight to behold, a perfect blend of femininity and strength.
The bottom of her outfit was a lighter, softer shade of red, the color of a sunset or a delicate rose. It flared out slightly, accentuating the fullness of her hips and the length of her legs. Her fingers held the same dark, rich color as the top of her outfit, a bold, vibrant hue that added a touch of excitement and danger to her appearance.
Her legs were long and elegant, their gentle curve leading the eye down to her delicate feet. They were the kind of legs that begged to be wrapped around, their firm muscles hinting at a life of activity and movement.
As Solomon laid his eyes on the woman who had just appeared, his smirk grew wider. This was someone he had been hoping to meet, and he was not disappointed. She was the Scarlet Witch, a being of immense power and potential, and Solomon was going to recruit her to his Kingdom.
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