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... ome outsider—it was none other than the machine's original inventor: Victor Von Doom himself.
Only, something was clearly off about him.
His once-handsome face was now marked with scorched black veins, and near his eyes, violet tendrils—like the roots of some ancient tree—stretched outward toward his temples. The corruption of the Dark Dimension was evident.
"It's Dormammu, isn't it? He made you a promise," Gene asked in a low, steady voice as he watched Doom's twisted fo ...
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