The final battle. iMAX glory. Every frame dripping with chaotic detail.
Trapped in a dimension where time is a currency and reality is a lie, Scott Lang must find the father he never was to save the daughter he is losing to a prophet of chaos. FADE IN:
He fires laser beams from his eyes. Scott dodges, rolling under a giant gear made of collapsed dwarf-star matter.
I’ve heard better villain speeches from my ex-wife’s lawyer.
No. The chair is a paradox engine. Destroying it will collapse this sector. We’ll be scattered across the multiverse.