Crash, crash.
The clear, crystalline sound of shattering glass rang out in layers across the Mirror Dimension.
The world began to fracture from the dome above, crystal-like shards of glass breaking away and pouring down in a vast, dark torrent like a torrential rainstorm.
The Ancient One watched as the Mirror Dimension gradually dissolved. The bright yellow pillars of the Vishanti seal, stretching from heaven to earth, vanished along with it, leaving only the section that had pierced James Howlett's body, roughly three or four meters long.
Buzz. Buzz.
The Mystic Arts runes wrapped around James flickered between light and dark, growing ever more rapid and intense.
The Ancient One stood with her hands behind her back, her fingertips just able to grasp the ends of her hair. A rare smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"Your will still refuses to yield, you brute. How uncouth!"
The Sorcerer Supreme, whose divinity outweighed her humanity, let a trace of emotion show, as though complaining about the trouble James had been causing her lately.
She rapped her knuckles against the spell pillar forged from the Seal of the Vishanti. It rang out with a crisp, metallic clang.
"Should I just leave you sealed away like this?"
After what had begun as a friendly spar had unexpectedly reached this point, a strange thought suddenly arose in the sorceress's mind.
Should she really let James Howlett, an aberration who had no regard for rules and almost no reverence for mortal order, continue to stir up this world? Even...
The Eye of Agamotto, the most powerful weapon passed down through generations of Sorcerer Supremes.
It could control time and see the future, but seeing the future or not seeing it made little difference.
The future changed with every "cause" in the present. One