"Ancient One!!!"
Having received the message Ancient One sent him, Stephen Strange did not slow down. He and Wong rushed through the doors of the Hong Kong Sanctum and saw a gaping hole in Ancient One's chest, blood streaming across the thick antique wool carpet.
Just then, Dormammu had already left Kaecilius's body and returned to the Dark Dimension.
Seeing Kaecilius, Stephen Strange's face twisted with fury. With a shake of both hands, an orange whip formed from a spell circle appeared in his grasp. He lashed the newly awakened Kaecilius, making him howl in pain, his features contorting.
"What did you do to Ancient One?!" Stephen Strange swung the orange whip twice more. As Kaecilius writhed in agony, his face twisted into a savage grimace, the orange whip flexibly coiled around his body and tightened, binding him securely.
Stephen Strange yanked hard, pulling the tightly bound Kaecilius stumbling down at his feet.
Stephen Strange furiously grabbed Kaecilius by the collar from beside his feet and hauled him before his face, glaring at him with eyes burning with rage.
Stephen Strange had never expected this. He had been so cautious; he had even switched locations with Ancient One.
He had gone to the New York Sanctum, yet he had never imagined that Kaecilius would come to the Hong Kong Sanctum this time and kill Ancient One again.
Was Ancient One destined to die?
At that moment, the chaotic sense of fate's unpredictability filled Stephen Strange with an intense, restless fury.
It was like the 14,000,605 outcomes he had seen in his precognitive dream. More than 99.9999 percent of them had ended in failure, with only one outcome capable of changing the future.
Only an exceptionally unforeseen accident could change the future.
Clearly, Stephen Strange knew that he had failed to