Suddenly, a voice sounded in The Ancient One's mind.
"Are you this generation's Sorcerer Supreme of Blue Star?"
The voice felt like a god speaking to her, so powerful and sacred, yet strangely familiar.
"Yes. I'm The Ancient One. May I ask who you are?"
As soon as she spoke, three figures appeared before her.
The one in front was a bald man. His hands were empty, but his aura was so powerful that The Ancient One began to tremble all over.
To his left stood a woman with long black hair, striking features, and a graceful figure. She held a Staff.
To his right stood a monster with a tiger's head and a human body. His aura was weaker than the bald man's, but his rippling muscles and overwhelming presence were still far beyond anything The Ancient One could face.
The bald man spoke. "I am Agamotto. They are Oshtur and Hoggoth. Together, we are the Vishanti."
The Vishanti were not particularly prominent in the Multiverse, but to ordinary people, they were gods.
At the sound of their names, The Ancient One was startled. She gave them Kamar-Taj's highest salute.
"Supreme beings, what brings you to Blue Star?"
All white magic on Blue Star originated with the Vishanti. Even the magical power its practitioners cultivated came from borrowing the Vishanti's strength.
There was nothing strange about all White Sorcerers calling them supreme beings.
But the three members of the Vishanti blushed slightly.
"Supreme being" was a title generally used for Above All.
Ordinarily, there was no harm in being called that when no one else could hear. It felt quite good, in fact.
But more than ten thousand Universal Level and Multiversal Level beings had come to this universe.
How could they show their faces now?
"Ahem..." Agamotto coughed