The moment the word "fate" left Link's lips, the air before the gates of Kamar-Taj seemed to freeze.
His arrogance was naked, the arrogance of a man who believed he ruled all before him. He had not come to negotiate or make a deal. He had come to pronounce the outcome.
Doctor Strange's gaze sharpened at once.
He knew words were useless now. Across countless branches of time, he had tried every way he could think of to reach Link. Every path had led to the same answer—war.
"In that case..." Doctor Strange's voice turned low and cold. "There's nothing left to discuss."
He did not charge head-on. As a sorcerer, he knew better than anyone how foolish it would be to fight a monster with Kryptonian Physiology and two Infinity Stones on a physical level.
His hands flew through a series of signs as he chanted an ancient, obscure spell.
Hum—!
The next instant, the world around Link and Harley began to "shatter" in an impossible way.
The sky, the snowcapped mountains, the temple... Everything became a vast pane of glass struck by an invisible hand. Countless shards folded inward, spun, and reassembled.
The ground beneath Link's feet became a vertical wall. In the distance, the Himalayas folded over like a sheet of paper, sealing the space above them. The ancient buildings of Kamar-Taj broke apart like toy blocks, then rejoined in defiance of every law of physics to form a vast, intricate maze that never stopped turning.
Light twisted. Sound stretched. Up, down, left, and right lost all meaning.
Harley Quinn shrieked with delight. She felt as though she had fallen into a giant kaleidoscope—or a surreal fever dream.
"Oh my God! Link, look! That tower goes all the way into the sky! Are we dreaming? This is