As Dormammu roared, the spacetime formation completely enveloped New York, severing all of Dormammu's connections to the Dark Dimension. In other words, he was now just an ordinary Skyfather.
At this point, the scheme was more than half successful.
With the connection severed, everywhere on Earth except New York returned to normal. The public could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, gasping for air.
Though they had no idea what exactly had happened, it had clearly been a major crisis. Fortunately, the crisis had passed.
Daily Bugle had not broadcast Dormammu's situation. On one hand, Evil Gods could not be looked upon directly, as that could easily cause problems.
On the other hand, Westerners, especially Americans, loved stirring up trouble—worshipping the Time Demon God, performing sacrifices, and so on. It was better not to let them know too much about these mystical matters.
"Sorry, I'm an undercover agent."
Facing Dormammu's questioning, Kaecilius coolly said, "From beginning to end, this was all a scheme—a scheme to lure you in."
"You're an undercover agent?"
The Traitors were dumbfounded. Their leader was actually an undercover agent. Could anyone believe that?
At this moment, aside from Mordo, the other mages had returned to normal because of The Ancient One's and Andrew's magic. They too stared at Kaecilius in bewilderment.
An undercover agent? Was there really an undercover agent who killed his own people as ruthlessly as slaughtering chickens? And hadn't he acted far too fanatically, far too convincingly before?
"So this guy was one of us?"
Knull, who was dealing with Adam, was equally stunned. He had interacted with Kaecilius many times and had never realized the other man was an undercover agent. He had not even harbored the slightest suspicion.
Knull secretly complained, *His acting is flawless. No wonder the Mechanical