Ancient One lowered her head and stared fixedly at her chest.
The Eye of Agamotto, a holy relic representing the source of white magic and connected to ancient gods.
Green light spilled from its seams, stretching into long ribbons through the dim office.
The ribbons seemed alive, twisting and coiling in midair, as though resonating with Harry's Mind Stone.
"How is this possible?!"
The Sorcerer Supreme, who had lived for countless centuries, lost her composure.
Agamotto stood at the pinnacle of white magic, one of the three sacred beings that made up Vishanti.
Only by borrowing this god's power could she barely pry open the authority of the Time Stone.
Even so, using the power of this artifact required magical talent beyond the reach of ordinary people, along with decades of unwavering meditation.
She herself had sat in Kamar-Taj through countless days and nights before she could barely make this green stone obey her commands.
That was also why she needed Strange to become the Sorcerer Supreme. The boy was a magical prodigy, one in ten thousand.
Yet now, a young man who had never even touched a Sling Ring stood before her desk, forcibly lighting up this holy relic.
Wait... no.
But in the next instant, Ancient One realized what was happening.
It was not the artifact itself that was turning, but the Time Stone inside it.
Harry had not touched the magical circuits left behind by Agamotto at all.
He had bypassed the Eye of Agamotto entirely and activated the Time Stone within.
The two Infinity Stones were resonating.
The office walls, the mahogany desk, the cold Blue Mountain coffee—all of them lost their form at that instant.
A high-frequency hum pierced their eardrums.
The scene before them changed.
Reality's physical space was torn apart, and Broadway's