The raging wind and dense snow obscured his vision. Stephen Strange vaguely saw two glowing objects streak across the sky in the distance. Towering icebergs gradually collapsed amid the blizzard, crashing down with terrifying roars. Mountain ridges toppled onto the black frozen earth as lava surged from deep ravines, slowly melting the snow atop the icebergs.
Pegasus's hooves struck the hard frozen ground, and long streams of vapor billowed from its enormous nostrils. Blood filled the metal gauntlets like trickling rivulets, then seeped from the ruptured armor's sealing gel. Scalding blood fell onto the snow, steaming like molten metal. The Golden Armored Warrior astride the horse stared across the frozen plain. The bronze-forged eight-legged Pegasus stood upon the snow, lightning and ice frozen around it.
Pegasus raised its hooves and charged at Sleipnir.
The clash of spear and point unleashed heat and flashes too intense for the naked eye to behold.
Then the snow vanished, and lava filled the entire world. Unmelted rocks slowly sank into the magma like ice cubes in summer. The lava swiftly solidified into plains, storms ground rock into soil, trees and shrubs grew at a frantic pace, and finally floods arrived, forming a sea once more. Stephen Strange clearly remembered that there were no volcanoes near the Faroe Islands, nor could environmental changes occur so quickly. It was as though reality itself were merely a sheet of thin paper draped over humanity's fragile understanding, easily peeled away.
He saw two enormous female figures standing by the shore. Their bluish and deathly pale skin, clothing marked by butterfly and moth motifs, and scarlet eyes all showed that they were beings from the Outer Dimensions. A towering tree also grew from the sea, its bright runic radiance flickering beneath the night sky and protecting the figures beneath