With a thunderous boom, meteors formed of countless rays of magical radiance tore through layer upon layer of shattered dimensional space. In an instant, troops swept through like a comb, and endless wails and screams rose up. Dormammu's furious voice echoed across the universe:
"The Ancient One!! You again!!!"
Even faster than him were the raging flames that surged up from Hell. Mephisto's colossal form descended into the center of the battlefield, facing The Ancient One directly. Fire and magic reflected off one another as Mephisto spoke in a hoarse, low voice carrying the particular malice of the Lord of Hell:
"Leave this place, The Ancient One. This is not somewhere you should be. Our conflict has nothing to do with you!"
"You are wrong, Mephisto. There is nowhere in this universe I should not go." The Ancient One's voice rang like a great bell, her tone carrying a chilling calmness and coldness.
Her yellow robes fluttered, and countless dazzling magical crystals shot toward Mephisto like a rain of swords. Dormammu said bitterly, "Is the Sorcerer Supreme joining this war as well? If you insist on this, be careful not to bring irreversible disaster upon yourself and your people!"
The Ancient One's answer was as overbearing as ever. "If all of you die, there will be no disasters left in the universe. Thunder!"
Many Demon Gods who had never seen The Ancient One instinctively took two steps back. They had no idea what madness had taken hold of her, but it was clear that the Sorcerer Supreme intended to take on two opponents alone.
At that moment, a force of light enveloped the space behind The Ancient One. Vishanti's figure appeared in the universe, carrying incomparable power. One of the three Demon Gods spoke. "All of you, leave. Do not