New York Sanctum, lounge.
Wong carefully supported the Ancient One, letting her slowly lie down on a simple bed in the inner room.
The Sorcerer Supreme's complexion was as pale as paper, and her breathing was much weaker than usual, as if the fierce battle just now had exhausted all her energy.
The entire room was dreadfully quiet, save for the suppressed breathing of a few people.
Is she all right? Miles could not help asking.
The Sorcerer Supreme's mind has suffered damage and needs to rest for a period of time, Wong replied in a deep voice, then looked at Miles with a solemn expression, Mr. Envoy, can you tell me what actually happened in the Astral Plane earlier? How much more do you know about that sudden 'Shadow King'?
The Sorcerer Supreme brought me into the Astral Plane to fight Cassandra, and then was ambushed by the Shadow King at the final moment... Miles briefly recounted the process. In the end, the Sorcerer Supreme risked severe injuries to drive back the Shadow King and successfully sealed Cassandra. That's how it went.
Following the Ancient One's instructions, Miles did not describe in detail how the Ancient One had defeated the Shadow King, and Wong showed no intention of probing deeper, evidently finding it unsurprising that the Sorcerer Supreme could accomplish such a feat.
As for that 'Shadow King'...
At this mention, Miles tightly furrowed his brows.
He still remembered that when he was still at the Xavier Institute, Professor Charles Xavier had casually brought up this name during a lesson on his abilities.
That was a former nemesis of Charles, a pure psychic energy entity akin to a cancer cell of intelligent life, harboring the deepest and most extreme malice toward all consciousness in the material world.
*He should