Sorcerer Campaign

In Karl Nation's central square.

Doctor Strange suddenly turned around and saw a robed figure emerge from thin air, landing lightly behind him.

"Sorcerer Supreme." Strange bowed to the Ancient One. His face, hidden in shadow, was filled with hesitation, as though he wanted to speak but held himself back.

As if she knew what he was thinking, the Ancient One said softly, "All right. Whatever it is, we'll talk after we return to Kamar-Taj."

"Okay." Strange nodded. In the end, he chose to trust the Ancient One, trusting that whatever she did, she had her own reasons and difficulties.

The Ancient One glanced around the square but did not see Mordo. Surprised, she asked, "Where is Master Mordo?"

The three of them had traveled together to participate in the Superpower Competition, so naturally, they should have returned together as well.

"I don't know." Strange shook his head, frowning slightly as he considered it. "I only just noticed too. Master Mordo didn't seem to watch the finals. He left Karl Nation alone ahead of time."

The Ancient One pondered this, her expression changing slightly as she stared at Strange. "Did he say anything to you?"

"No." Strange continued shaking his head. "Ever since he watched the later matches, Master Mordo had been silent, as if something was weighing on his mind. Even when he left just now, he slipped away quietly without telling me."

"This is bad." The Ancient One sighed softly and looked toward the distant horizon. "Kasilius and the others must have provoked Master Mordo."

Strange recalled the three people in black cloaks from earlier and murmured in realization, "That man who brought two other sorcerers to participate in the Superpower Competition?"

"Kasilius." The Ancient One repeated the name, complicated emotions surfacing in her eyes. "He trained at