"He's far too senior to me. I don't have a choice. Kamar-Taj's culture has deep ties to the ancient cultures of the East, so I have to step in."
Strange felt rather depressed. His stomach ulcer had finally improved a little lately, and he had deliberately chosen a day when no supervillains were causing trouble to enjoy tea with Black Panther, T'Challa, at Avengers headquarters. Instead, he had ended up with a job in another universe.
"An entire universe has been corrupted by demonic influence? Won't that be difficult? Do you need our help?"
Black Panther asked with concern.
Doctor Strange waved him off. He hardly considered this a crisis.
Indeed, for the Doctor Strange of the Main Universe, so-called universe-level crises anywhere else were no different from supervillains making trouble back home.
Besides, judging by the mental power that had reached across to him, the Eye Demon was behind that universe's corruption.
And since this involved the Eye Demon, whom the Vishanti had once fought, it was strictly a matter for the magical world. It could even be considered a family matter for Doctor Strange-or rather, for the Vishanti trinity.
As an aside, Hoggoth, the only nonhumanoid deity among the Vishanti trinity, whose outward appearance was that of a large golden-furred tiger, was the last survivor of an ancient, mysterious race. Hoggoth's true name connected him to the mysterious elder gods known as the Old Ones, the same group as the Great Old Ones.
With the Eye Demon involved, calling it a family matter was not exactly wrong.
The Main Universe's Doctor Strange dispensed with the elaborate business of wearing a Sling Ring and drawing circles. Instead, he dipped a finger into a few drops of water on the coffee table and flicked it. The flying droplet suddenly expanded