The opening of the portal was neither quick or painless. Marlow felt it begin and by the time it was open enough for Dormammu to enter into Los Angeles, she was on her knees with her head buried in her hands against the ground. Her initial yell would be heard across the compound, and low, eager cackling in her head only by her.
The wait was over. She had a purpose.
"Now. Go now. He's here, we have to go, now, he's here..."
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