"Who are you? Why are you hiding?"
Mantis nervously looked around several times but still couldn't find the source of the voice, so she could only shout into the empty air.
Then her imagination, warped by her time with the Guardians of the Galaxy, suddenly took flight. She turned toward the only other thing in this Mind Space that might be able to speak.
The Blood Cocoon.
"Doctor Strange? Are you talking to me?"
"You want to get out too, right? Then hurry up and teach me a spell or two."
Mantis looked at the Blood Cocoon expectantly.
The actual owner of the voice hadn't expected such a bizarre train of thought from Mantis, and a note of helpless amusement entered his voice.
"I'm not Doctor Strange."
"You may call me...
Agamotto."
"Or the Vishanti."
A faint figure of light coalesced in the space. Soft blue-gold light outlined the contours of his body, while the brighter glow atop his head resembled flickering blue-gold flames. His entire form was dazzling and translucent, like a giant crystal.
If Mantis had been a member of the Avengers who had lived on Earth for years, she could hardly have failed to know who Agamotto was.
Unfortunately, she was a member of the Guardians of the Galaxy who wandered through space, spending every day with a bunch of unreliable thieves and bandits.
"Who's Agamotto? Are you famous?"
Mantis gazed at the Light Being with her watery, pure-black eyes. After all, Agamotto looked like an adorable giant crystal. Rocket Raccoon and Star-Lord didn't even need to brainwash her into liking him. As a female, she really was easily drawn to shiny things.
Agamotto froze for a moment. In truth, he had assumed that anyone who went to such lengths to enter the corrupted Strange's Mind Space