Baron Mordo faced the Dark Energy shrouding the entire presidential office. With a shake of both hands, golden spell circles spun into being, and he realized in alarm that this was not pure Dark Energy.
Mixed within the Dark Energy, an extremely delicate Mirror Dimension had already been activated. Before Baron Mordo could detect it, it had pulled He-El, himself, and this section of the presidential office into the Mirror Dimension.
This concealed yet exquisitely controlled technique was all too familiar to Baron Mordo. It reminded him of the time he had dueled Stephen Strange.
Back then, he could still rely on his formidable magic to fight Stephen Strange to a standstill.
But Stephen Strange's magic had grown by the day. Whether in the sheer magnitude of his power, his control over spells, or his talent, he had surpassed Mordo by far.
The one controlling Kaecilius had to be Stephen Strange!
"Stephen! Do you know what you're doing? Are you going to walk the same path as Ancient One and throw yourself into darkness?" Baron Mordo's face darkened as he roared furiously at Kaecilius. The golden spell circles in his hands trembled slightly with rage.
He had thought Stephen Strange was different from Ancient One.
At the very least, Stephen Strange understood the dangers of Dormammu, the Dark Dimension, and Dark Energy. He would not be like Ancient One and make use of Dark Energy.
But now, he realized he had been wrong.
Within Kaecilius was the familiar style of spellcasting Baron Mordo knew so well—precise yet immense, brilliantly gifted, unmistakably Stephen Strange.
Baron Mordo had once marveled at Stephen Strange's talent and technique with spells, feeling inferior to him. Now, seeing Stephen Strange intending to use Dark Energy to harm He-El, he could no longer contain his fury. Veins