Sorry, I'm a cop

At this moment, Moon Knight and the Defenders fighting elsewhere were all quite surprised. Typhoid Mary and Bullseye had chosen to retreat, leaving an empty front line behind for them.

That made the Defenders find things even stranger. Moon Knight was one thing—he simply chased after them and hacked his way through—but the three Defenders did not have it so easy. They quickly found Cloak, who had been bound somewhere. Vast amounts of dark energy were spreading from his body and shooting into the sky.

"What should we do? We don't even know how The Hand trapped him here, or how they triggered his power and turned it into this."

Luke Cage looked helplessly at Dagger, Cloak's partner. After some hesitation, Dagger said, "Maybe I can try pulling him out. My power can keep him stable in the Shadow Dimension..."

"Better not."

Iron Fist's voice interrupted them. The three turned to see Iron Fist and Ghost Rider appear behind them. Iron Fist then walked over to Cloak, frowning deeply. "Pulling him out won't change the current crisis. The key is dispersing the released shadow energy. Even if Cloak is freed, there's no way to deal with all that energy."

"I can neutralize it. My power and Tyrone's are opposites."

Dagger offered a solution, but not only Iron Fist, the more knowledgeable one—even Luke Cage and Jessica, who knew nothing about this—understood that it could not possibly solve everything.

How much energy had Cloak released? Could she really neutralize all of it?

Ghost Rider looked at Cloak and had no better solution. He merely suggested, "In that case, why not find someone more professional to deal with this? Like the Sorcerer Supreme or something."

"But we need to break free of the Shadow Realm's restraints before we can find them. Otherwise,