The magical radiance in Strange's hands flared first. Several shining rings glittered behind him like stars, and as his red cloak danced, magical power poured forth.
The agents of the Egyptian gods followed soon after. Wind, rain, mist, and sand—the divine power drawn from nature revealed nature's violent side. Torrential rain poured down, fierce winds howled, and heaven and earth became ancient and desolate.
Whenever the ancient gods displayed their power, it was as though they had returned this land to Egypt thousands of years ago. When they walked the earth through such natural phenomena, the people of ancient Egypt worshipped them as gods.
Jack and Schiller, their bodies gleaming with silver light, stood before those violent forces like a lone boat upon a vast ocean. Only their killing intent surpassed the mournful cry of the cold wind, while blade light severed raindrops like strings of pearls.
The silver light around them grew ever brighter, and the moon in the sky began to shine more intensely as well. As more and more power was projected by Khonshu, the Moon God, moonlight illuminated the world as brightly as day.
Seeing the strange phenomena around them, Stark shouted at Strange, "Finish this quickly, or it will affect Earth!"
His judgment was correct. As Khonshu unleashed his full strength, Earth's tides began to change. The Moon God's power had already affected the real moon. If Khonshu did not stop, terrifying tsunamis would surely strike.
Stark pulled the power source from his chest and replaced it with a glowing magical energy core. The instant it connected, a flash of light passed through his eyes, and he saw the divine phantoms floating behind the agents.
Strange raised his hand and recalled the ribbons. The Suspended Rings on his hands flashed with dazzling light, and a