"Mordo..."
Kasilas struggled to climb to his feet, his eyes filled with complicated emotions and wariness.
That spear of light had let him sense a terrifying energy completely opposite to that of the Dark Dimension.
If the spear's power had been several times, or even dozens of times greater, it would have instantly destroyed his body, which had been deeply corrupted by the Dark Dimension.
"Look at yourself, Kasilas. Do you still think you can be called human?" There was faint disappointment in Mordo's voice.
Before Stephen Strange arrived, he and Kasilas had both been Ancient One's disciples, and they had gotten along quite well.
Especially in terms of personality, both of them were somewhat extreme, so they shared the same views on many issues.
When Mordo learned that Kasilas had stolen that book and led a group of fanatics into Dormammu's embrace, he felt utterly betrayed.
Today, he would use the knowledge and power he had gained from another magical system to defeat Kasilas and prove that his choice had been wrong.
"Hmph! Even now, do you still believe the lies of that hypocrite Ancient One? Haven't you realized that she, too, draws upon the power of the Dark Dimension to maintain her eternal youth and avoid death?" Kasilas sneered and demanded loudly.
Unfortunately, Mordo did not display the intense disappointment toward Ancient One he had in the original story, nor did his thoughts and consciousness become twisted. He merely asked expressionlessly, "So what? Do you think immortality and the ability to transcend time are rare? No! Dormammu is merely one of many dimensional Demon Gods. He is nowhere near as powerful and omnipotent as you claim."
There was no doubt that his direct contact with Allen had greatly broadened Mordo's horizons. He was no longer confined to Earth,