Kamar-Taj.
Large numbers of Kamar-Taj's sorcerers stood ready in the plaza. At the very front stood Wong and Stephen Strange.
The portly Wong looked at Stephen Strange, confusion in his eyes. "I don't understand how you came back."
"I'm sorry, Wong. I have something important to do, and I need you and Kamar-Taj's sorcerers." Stephen Strange's expression was grave. "This time, we need to unite with forces beyond the universe. That is why I need Kamar-Taj's help."
"Two Sorcerer Supremes who came into contact with you have already died, Sorcerer Strange. I just don't understand why I suddenly became the Sorcerer Supreme while I was in the library." Wong said solemnly, "You people are quite skilled at forcing someone into the role."
Stephen Strange was rendered speechless.
He had originally intended to shoulder this great responsibility himself, but not a single one of Kamar-Taj's elder sorcerers supported him.
Although the information he had brought back had been confirmed as completely true, this harbinger of disaster was genuinely troublesome. Whoever got close to him seemed to die.
On top of that, he was Ancient One's disciple, and everything had happened so suddenly and on such a massive scale. Kamar-Taj could only immediately choose a Sorcerer Supreme to deal with it.
There were not many at Kamar-Taj qualified to become Sorcerer Supreme, but Wong had won the approval of the elder sorcerers with his superb skill at opening portals.
At the very least, Wong opened portals quickly. He could run away faster and would not be jinxed to death by Stephen Strange again.
The Sorcerer Supreme and the others stood in the training plaza for quite some time, feeling the cold wind sweeping down from the Himalayas. Before long, Stephen Strange pressed his right hand to his temple, his brow twitching. "They're