Gales fierce enough to shred steel, energy fluctuations comparable to a nuclear explosion.
Even with the Moonstone, Brad's third body could not withstand the impact. With his original consciousness already somewhat scrambled, the third exchange between War God and Iron Fist knocked him unconscious.
Yet the surrounding stone walls did not so much as tremble, as though everything the two combatants unleashed was merely computer-generated special effects.
The current Sorcerer Supreme, however, would never see it that way.
Out of respect for these figures from her forebears' generation, The Ancient One did not hide in the Mirror Dimension or open a portal and slip away. Instead, she stood firmly in place, Magic Circles of varying sizes shielding her from the shock waves of their battle.
"Troubled times... Just because of what happened today, I've drawn on the Vishanti's magic much faster than in the original timeline. I'm afraid I may die a few years early."
"Should I find a way to bring Strange to Kamar-Taj a few years sooner?"
"Strange should be born soon."
A battle between martial artists offered The Ancient One little useful insight, so naturally, her thoughts wandered.
Brad's unconscious third body rolled all over the ground, buffeted by the gales constantly surging through the cavern.
The Ancient One did not spare any attention to help him, since she could tell this was not Brad's original body.
She could not be bothered to waste more magic on it. A few knocks would not break it.
Meanwhile, Brad's original body was panicking. As Mr. M, who had hurried over, treated him, he frantically tugged at his hair.
"Sorcerer Supreme, don't skimp on a little magic at a time like this!"
"At least give me some protection!"
"If I'd known, my original body... No, my original body couldn't go