"Alright."
When Apocalypse summoned the Time Stone earlier, Doctor Strange had already been prepared.
He was at the New York Sanctum, and joining forces with Wanda was quick.
Since the battle against Dormammu, the two had gained experience. Searching for lifeless universes was incredibly fast.
Their psychic power swept through the endless Multiverse, instantly ruling out the vast majority of universes.
Before long, the coordinates of numerous Parallel Universes were transmitted to Apocalypse through the Soul World passage.
Just then, Thor shouted from behind, "Brother, help! Loki is about to die of old age!"
Apocalypse turned to look.
Loki's skin was shriveled, his eyes deeply sunken, and the wrinkles on his face resembled the bark of an ancient tree, furrowed beyond count.
He was barely clinging to life.
Thor and Hela were in slightly better shape, but their aged appearance was still obvious to the naked eye.
Only Captain Marvel was wreathed in golden light like blazing fire, temporarily unaffected.
"Catch." Apocalypse tossed out a large handful of Purple Potions. "Drink one if you're injured."
Loki's hands trembled as he hurriedly snatched a bottle and drank it.
Purple light immediately flared around him, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to his youthful, naturally sinister appearance.
Thor and Hela drank theirs as well, quickly recovering.
Hela in particular, as a goddess who naturally cared about beauty, was badly frightened when she suddenly saw herself turned into a seventy- or eighty-year-old woman.
After drinking the Recovery Potion, she could not help tugging at her hair to see whether it had turned white.
Apocalypse let out a slight sigh of relief.
The Purple Potion could not reverse a person's lifespan. If it had failed, it would have meant he had accidentally taken away most of Thor and the others' lives.