He Walks Out of the Light

There was no way around it.

Ian did have connections among real Angels, but trying to pull DC's Angels across the universe was far too unrealistic, so he could only find a few within his own dimension to make up the numbers and put on a show.

It was also his own fault for being too righteous. The only ones he had defeated and absorbed were major villains, so he could only drag those villains out and have them pretend, in projected form, to guest-star as his Angels.

In truth, it probably did not make—too much of a difference.

With those dazzling holy-light effects helping out, no one would notice anyway.

That golden light erupted completely at the very moment everyone's despair reached its peak.

It did not gradually spread. It did not slowly rise. From the depths of the ruins of the Sanctum Sanctorum of Bleecker Street, it thundered into the sky like a thousand suns detonating at once.

Three pairs of eyes turned toward the depths of the pillar of light at the same time.

Then—

They dropped to one knee.

The burning warhorse bent its knees.

The steel body bowed its head.

The Speedster lowered his ever-restless head.

The volume of the hymn climbed to its peak.

"—♪ Welcome the holy one! Welcome judgment! Welcome—"

At the center of the pillar of light, the final figure slowly walked forward.

It was a boy.

He looked only sixteen or seventeen. His dark-brown hair was blown into a slightly tousled arc by some invisible energy field. He wore a Cloak of Levitation similar in style to Strange's, except it had an extra line of scrawled handwriting on it. On his chest hung the Eye of Agamotto—or rather, some variant of the Eye of Agamotto.

Emerald-green light flowed through the