Master Ancient One

A hooded figure in yellow robes stopped ten meters from Leo, standing on a glowing disc that crackled beneath her feet.

She lowered her hood, revealing a clean-shaven head. Master Ancient One's features were gentle, but her eyes watched Leo warily.

"Hello, Master Ancient One."

Leo pressed his palms together and bowed slightly to her.

He had every respect for the Sorcerer Supreme, who had long protected the peace of this dimension.

"Who are you?"

It was the first time in centuries the Ancient One had asked that question.

"You don't know?"

Leo answered with a question of his own, puzzled. He had noticed that she was not carrying the Eye of Agamotto.

"My name is Leo. What do you need from me, Master Ancient One?"

"Who are you? I have never seen you before. You should not exist in this dimension. You will disrupt the order of things and bring countless uncertainties."

Weariness showed in the Ancient One's eyes, but wariness ran deeper.

At the Hong Kong Sanctum, the Ancient One had sensed Leo's presence, yet the Eye of Agamotto had shown her nothing about him.

His appearance had added countless new possibilities to countless timelines. The future had become even harder to fathom.

And yet the outcome had not changed. Her own path still ended with her waiting for Doctor Strange, whose future she could not see clearly. That, too, puzzled her.

Leo's existence had given the Ancient One, who had thought she could see everything, something she could not explain.

The Ancient One thrust out a palm. Countless cracks spread through the space before her, which shattered like a mirror.

Leo's Nirvana Golden Wings stirred, sending him backward like lightning. But the same mirrored shards had already appeared behind him, and he plunged straight into them.

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