[He doesn't have time to fathom the enormity of the figure that Ren's summoned, much less take in the details of its form. But he acknowledges it --the same way a person acknowledges a mountain, simply knowing that it is there due to enormity alone--and then the world is nothing more than blazing white and heat.
He glimpses an outstretched hand, but it's the last thing Stephen registers before the energy eats them up, bodies burned and blasted away into nothing, just cosmic dust to be blown away by the Dark Dimension.
And then they awaken again.
Stephen expects the darkness of the world they had just hailed from, with Dormammu looming over them, prepping for another cycle of pain and death; but instead, there's only sunlight, and the scent of chlorine. A pool beside them glimmers and ripples in the summer breeze, amidst a scene that appears very modern, the silhouettes of tall buildings all around.
cw; burns, disintegration
He glimpses an outstretched hand, but it's the last thing Stephen registers before the energy eats them up, bodies burned and blasted away into nothing, just cosmic dust to be blown away by the Dark Dimension.
And then they awaken again.
Stephen expects the darkness of the world they had just hailed from, with Dormammu looming over them, prepping for another cycle of pain and death; but instead, there's only sunlight, and the scent of chlorine. A pool beside them glimmers and ripples in the summer breeze, amidst a scene that appears very modern, the silhouettes of tall buildings all around.
Flinging aside confusion, he glances about.]
Ren?