"It seems she has quite a bone to pick with you. She didn't even want to say hello." Wanda looked up at the Scarlet Clouds in the sky, then smiled at the awkward-looking Strange.
"The usual rule: according to protocol, you deal with versions of yourself who cross over from the Multiverse. Better not wait for Luke's side to intervene. Once Hebron and S.H.I.E.L.D. make a move, the situation will no longer be under your control." Stephen spoke as his hands formed a seal.
"And over there, shouldn't we tell them to leave?" Strange looked at Stephen's familiar hand seal, his gaze shifting in a certain direction.
"Forget them! They're S.H.I.E.L.D. observers. As long as things haven't worsened, there's no need to care about their presence. What you should be considering now is praying that the Scarlet Witch will eventually sit down and talk with us calmly." As Stephen spoke, shattered mirror fragments rapidly spread outward from him.
The earth stretched, and the sky lowered. Everything around them seemed unchanged, yet changed at the same time.
Mirror Dimension.
This was a spell Kamar-Taj still insisted on mastering and studying. There was no other reason—it was simply too versatile and useful.
At that moment, the Scarlet Clouds in the sky also gathered together, forming a face that wore a red robe and bore an eighty or ninety percent resemblance to Wanda.
"The Mirror Dimension? So you're not planning to run anymore, Strange? No... I see. I thought you had given up running, but it turns out you found help." The Scarlet Witch slowly descended from the sky, supported by Red Energy. Her eyes swept one by one over the two Stephen Stranges, as well as the other version of herself standing some distance away. Then her gaze fell upon the man