The New York Sanctum.
Despair hung over the shattered walls and rubble.
When Strange, Mordo, and Wong arrived, all they saw was an apocalyptic wasteland.
The sky had been torn open, revealing a vast black-and-purple void. On the ground, buildings slowly crumbled, drawn into it like grains of sand to be broken down and assimilated.
"It's over..."
Mordo's face was ashen, his voice trembling.
"Dormammu has arrived. It's too late."
Strange said nothing, but defiance shone in his eyes. He had only just resolved to shoulder the responsibility of protecting Earth.
Was it all going to end just like this?
"Looks like you need help."
A cool, clear voice rang out without warning.
Hermione appeared out of thin air before the three men.
She surveyed their surroundings, frowning slightly at the apocalyptic scene.
"I was only gone for a few hours. How did the Sanctum end up like this?"
Hermione looked up at the enormous black-and-purple hole in the sky, feigning shock.
"Holy crap... which bastard did this?! How did you manage to summon Dormammu?! Got a death wish or something?!"
Mordo looked at Hermione, his eyes filled with despair.
"Too late. It's too late..."
He muttered to himself, his faith visibly shattered-not just because Earth was about to be destroyed, but because he had learned that The Ancient One drew power from the Dark Dimension.
"Hey, hey, hey. Cut the doom and gloom."
Hermione shot Mordo a displeased glance.
"If you want to die so badly, why not kill yourself right now? I'd still like to keep living."
As she spoke, Hermione's clothes transformed in an instant.
Her casual sweatshirt became a pitch-black wizard's robe.
"You..."
As Strange stared at Hermione, her appearance gradually overlapped with a figure from his memories, and his eyes slowly widened.
He finally realized