After saying that, Strange took the initiative to walk toward the two Ultron robots without sparing the Illuminati on the platform another glance.
He calmly accepted his fate and followed those killing machines, step by step, down the road toward the end of his life.
He felt no fear, nor did he resist death.
During those countless days and nights after losing Christine, he had sat alone in the darkness of the New York Sanctum. That feeling had been more painful than death.
And now, he had slipped that diamond ring onto Christine's finger.
Hearing her say, "I do," with her own lips was already a perfect ending.
Christine stood there in a daze.
Strange's final words kept echoing in her ears.
"No matter how reality changes, in every universe, I love you."
She lowered her head to look at the ring in her hand. It was more than just a ring. It was a promise, one she had waited far, far too long for—a promise she had even believed she would never receive in this lifetime.
And now, the man who had made that promise was walking toward the execution chamber.
Was this really the ending she wanted?
No.
Christine suddenly snapped awake.
She ran after Strange in the direction he had gone.
"Stop."
A cold voice rang out in front of her.
Mordo stood in her only path like a statue, his eyes full of warning.
"Move aside, Mordo." Christine stared at him coldly, without slowing down.
"Wake up, Dr. Palmer." With his hands clasped behind his back, Mordo said with a hint of mockery, "That is not your old lover. He is merely a variant from another universe. A dangerous... variant."
"This has nothing to do with you." Christine's tone was firm. "I just want to see