The Avengers Assembled Again

As the saying went, face was precious, but style was worth even more.

If it was for the sake of power—

Both could be thrown away.

That was exactly Dormammu's current state of mind.

Of course.

No one knew he was planning to stage a deliberate collision, so Doctor Strange was genuinely panicking.

Faced with Baron Mordo's report—

"That's impossible!" Doctor Strange shot to his feet, the Cloak of Levitation stirring without wind and snapping open behind him. "After he was repelled last time, we reinforced the barriers of every major dimension, and the Eye of Agamotto has been monitoring the Dark Dimension's movements at all times. Where did he get the resolve, and why choose this moment to—"

His voice cut off abruptly. A cold association struck him in an instant—the strange traces of temporal repair from not long ago. Could the two be connected?

Because time had been reset.

Doctor Strange had no way of knowing the answer.

"Besides, now isn't the time to dig into it." Doctor Strange forced down the chaotic guesses in his mind and switched into the Sorcerer Supreme's emergency-response mode. He strode toward the Sanctum Sanctorum's observation core. A massive astrological-dimensional map, sustained by magic, hovered in the center of the room.

Within the soft points of light and threads that had originally represented the balance between dimensions, the dense, constantly churning cloud of purple-black energy symbolizing the Dark Dimension was now swelling with unprecedented activity. The energy jets extending from its edges like tentacles were terrifying.

It had already clearly drawn close and begun "pressing" against the pale-gold light membrane that represented the reality dimension.

"The dimensional pressure index has exceeded the safety threshold by 120%!"

"Minor crystallization of the reality structure has appeared at the corresponding points of the three Sanctums