"Stephen, your understanding of space is insufficient."
After He-El used the Space Bridge to disperse the teleportation circle Stephen Strange had cast with all his strength, Strange's taut mind snapped like a broken string. He staggered back, his mind blanking out as his vision went dark for an instant. When he recovered from the darkness, his blurred gaze saw the brilliant night sky of Asgard.
The light screen expanded to the height of a person. Accompanied by a flat, indifferent voice, a suit of dark armor emerged from it, its edges glimmering with dark gold as though night itself had traced its outline in gold. Like the armor of a demon god, its dark red eyes shone as it stepped through the screen, the Mind Stone clenched in its hand.
Chaos Magic energy seemed to seep into the armor through its left hand. With a buzz, dark red light rippled brightly through the demon-god-like armor before being absorbed and vanishing without a trace.
It differed from the Quark Armor He-El had worn when fighting Odin. That Quark Armor had stood three meters tall, savage and domineering, with slight protruding bone spikes, like a demon god that had crawled out of the abyss.
If the Quark Armor back then had been a demon god crawling from the abyss, then now, after He-El had used the Reality Stone to observe particle gaps, intervals, reactions, radiation, and other factors, he had altered it until it was only slightly taller than himself. It possessed an even more overwhelming visual dominance. The black-and-gold armor was cold and ruthless, like an emotionless demon god. Just the dragon-scale-like structure on the back of its left hand unfolding to absorb the Chaos Magic energy was enough to make one feel suffocated.
The dark scales spread across its left