The entire space around Morgan Manor was sealed off by a powerful magical force.
It was not a simple barrier, but a severing of the space containing the manor from the universe.
It had formed an independent, enclosed dimensional pocket with no connection to the outside world.
Knull's spatial teleportation ability had failed before this dimensional pocket. His body could not pass through those folds in space.
He pressed a hand against the invisible wall and felt the cold, rejecting will emanating from its other side.
His dark red eyes narrowed.
"Spatial lockdown, dimensional severance." His voice was low, carrying a trace of surprise and the interest of an apex predator discovering that its prey could still resist.
"Kamar-Taj's magic isn't this powerful. Whose work is this? Not Strange, not The Ancient One, not any known Sorcerer Supreme."
He pressed his palm against the spatial wall. Dark red energy surged from his palm, attempting to corrode, dismantle, and devour it.
But the wall repaired itself the instant it was corroded, repairing faster than it could be damaged.
Knull's energy burst into clusters of dark red sparks across the wall's surface, but the wall did not move an inch.
"Interesting." Knull withdrew his hand.
His dark red eyes looked through the spatial wall and into the manor.
Not through sight, but through consciousness.
He could sense many powerful presences within the manor: one energy form as cold and sharp as a blade;
one crimson, chaotic energy form, like a burning nebula; one energy form fused with the Necrosword, and more.
But he could not sense Loren Morgan's energy signature.
It was not because Loren lacked energy, but because some higher power had concealed it.
That power was not magic, not technology, nor any known form of existence.
It was the law