The Rings of Raggadorr slashed viciously into the side of a Mindless One charging at the front.
Sparks flew as a crack split the Mindless One's rocky skin, but it did not pause in the slightest and continued swinging its massive fist at Strange.
Strange twisted aside, and the giant fist smashed into the stair railing, sending splinters flying.
A dark ray suddenly shot from the single eye of another Mindless One, hurtling straight for Strange's chest.
Strange immediately crossed his hands and raised a runic shield before himself.
The ray slammed into the shield. The enormous impact sent Strange sliding across the floor until he crashed against the wall and came to a stop.
"Cough..."
Strange coughed painfully several times.
To master magic beyond ordinary human limits in such a short time, he had overdrawn far too much of his energy. His physical strength was already nearing its limit.
But the Mindless Ones gave him no chance to catch his breath and swarmed him again.
Dark energy shot wildly through the Sanctum's hall, blasting ancient artifacts and bookshelves into ruins.
Kaecilius moved like a ghost behind the horde of Mindless Ones.
Two transparent spatial blades condensed in his hands. Spotting an opening while Strange was besieged by the Mindless Ones, he hurled them fiercely.
The blades cut through the air, silently closing in on Strange's head.
Strange's Cloak of Levitation suddenly yanked his shoulder, allowing him to barely avoid the fatal blow.
But the blades still sliced his neck, leaving a bloody cut.
"Hiss—"
Strange touched the wound on his neck, his heart tightening.
"You can't hold out much longer, Doctor. Give up resisting and join the darkness."
Having missed his strike, Kaecilius immediately pulled back and spoke in a cold tone.
As the Mindless Ones closed in around