Eternal Realm of Suffering

"It's all over, Kaecilius. Surrender, and I can let you die quickly." Ancient One's pursuit had reached its end. Standing with her hands behind her back, calm and composed, she delivered her final ultimatum to Kaecilius and his followers.

Kaecilius and the others looked furious, but there was nothing they could do. Ever since escaping the library, they had been running through New York City like headless flies, hoping to evade the Sorcerer Supreme's pursuit. Yet they discovered that she had not chased after them at all. Instead, she had simply shifted most of the city into the Mirror Dimension.

They were completely trapped inside. No matter how they fled, with a single thought from Ancient One, they would find themselves right back in front of her. It was not as though Kaecilius had not considered opening a portal to escape, but the moment he finished drawing the circle, he found the portal whooshing up a hundred meters into the air. Unless he had suddenly mutated flea genes, all he could do was stare at the portal in despair.

Calling their resistance futile would have been giving them too much credit. The space here constantly shifted, filled with spatial traps arranged by the Sorcerer Supreme. One misstep could randomly teleport them anywhere in the world: the middle of a desert, the edge of a cliff, or the depths of a primeval forest.

Even if they luckily avoided those traps and reached the Sorcerer Supreme, none of them could withstand even a single exchange with her. Nearly all of them were kicked into portals and sent flying off to unknown places. Before long, only a dozen or so followers remained at Kaecilius's side.

They were now standing atop Stark Tower, which had been laid flat. Its owner, Tony, stood by the