It was a massive creature from another dimension, covered in tentacles, with one enormous eye at its center.
He recognized it: Gargantos, the one-eyed monster recorded in the Darkhold as a summon from the Multiverse.
A question stirred in Strange's mind.
Gargantos's tentacles smashed the surrounding rocks as it opened its fang-filled maw and tried to swallow America whole.
Strange watched the scene calmly.
America knew no magic and had no idea how to control her power. Only extreme fear caused her to open a passage between worlds without realizing it.
But if the monster ate her, his only hope would be gone.
"I have to protect her until I can take her power."
The Darkhold offered him the perfect solution.
Dreamwalking.
It was a form of dark magic that every orthodox sorcerer considered absolutely forbidden.
It allowed a caster to project his consciousness into the Multiverse and forcibly occupy the body of his counterpart in another universe.
Not only did it violate the soul, it could also trigger a catastrophic collision between universes.
But Strange did not understand how grave the danger was. With the Darkhold amplifying his obsession, he no longer cared about the risks.
Nothing mattered more now than getting Christine back.
He rose and walked to the center of the chamber.
With a wave of his hand, an intricate dark-red magic circle lit up on the floor.
He sat cross-legged at its center and formed a complex series of hand signs.
Red orbs linking the Multiverse poured out of the Darkhold. Images of countless universes raced backward on either side of Strange's consciousness, stretching into brilliant ribbons of light.
At last, he locked onto a target.
It was the Doctor Strange of the universe where America was.
In an instant,
Strange forced his consciousness inside.
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