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The sterile scent of antiseptic and the soft hum of fluorescent lights filled the halls of Metro-General Hospital. Serena Stark, fresh out of medical school, walked through the bustling corridors with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Today marked her first day as an intern, and she was eager to dive into the world of neurosurgery under the guidance of the renowned Dr. Stephen Strange.
As the year progressed, Serena became an integral part of the team. Her bond with Christine and Stephen deepened, transforming the once-stiff environment of the hospital into a space of collaboration and trust. Serena's initial nervousness had evolved into a confident rapport with both of her colleagues.
And so, in the corridors of Metro-General Hospital, a new chapter began. What started as a professional relationship had blossomed into a genuine friendship, bridging the gap between a brilliant but aloof neurosurgeon, a dedicated nurse, and an eager intern. Together, they faced the challenges of their demanding profession, bound by respect, camaraderie, and a shared commitment to their patients.
After the car accident, Serena Stark decides to accompany Dr. Stephen Strange to Kamar-Taj. She stands by his side, determined to support him in his quest for healing and knowledge. Together, they delve into the mystic arts, learning from the Ancient One and other masters. Serena's journey into the mystic arts begins alongside Stephen, deepening their bond as they explore this new world of possibilities and challenges.
Dormammu unleashed another attack, this one aimed directly at Stephen. Serena's heart skipped a beat as she watched Stephen stand his ground, his hands moving in intricate patterns as he manipulated the Time Stone.
And then it happened.
The cycle repeated. Dormammu destroyed Stephen, only for time to rewind again. And again. And again. Each time, Stephen stood back up, unfazed, unwavering.
"Dormammu, I've come to bargain," Stephen repeated, his voice a constant in the endless loop.
At first, Dormammu was enraged, his attacks growing more violent with each repetition. But soon, the realization dawned on him. He was trapped in the loop, just as much a prisoner as Stephen.
"This is your eternity," Stephen said, his voice calm but firm. "A never-ending loop. We can do this forever."
Dormammu's rage was palpable, but he was a being of logic as much as power. He understood the implications of the loop. To continue would be futile, an eternity of frustration with no escape.
"What do you want?" Dormammu's voice was a low growl, his anger barely contained.
"Leave Earth and take your followers with you," Stephen demanded. "Never return."
Dormammu finally relented. It was over. Dormammu was gone, all his zealots were pulled into the void of darkness.
Wong approached them, his expression one of deep respect. "That was... impressive," he said, his voice filled with admiration.
Mordo, however, stood apart from the group, his face a mask of inner turmoil. "This... this isn't right," he muttered, shaking his head. "We've broken the natural order."
"Mordo," Stephen began, but Mordo raised a hand to stop him.
"No. I can't be a part of this anymore. I can't follow a path that leads to such... imbalance." With that, Mordo turned and walked away, leaving the group behind.
Stephen turned to Serena, a weary smile on his face. "We did it." Serena smiled back, though her mind was already turning to the future. "Yeah, we did. But this is just the beginning, isn't it?" Stephen nodded. "It always is."
For now, they had won. The Earth was safe, and Dormammu had been driven back. But Serena knew that their journey was far from over. The mystic arts had opened a door to a world of endless possibilities—and dangers. And she and Stephen would face them together, whatever the future might hold.
