Sean stepped into Kamar-Taj's central hall, where the white-robed Ancient One had been waiting for some time. She gazed up at the massive celestial sphere suspended overhead. The regions occupied by Eastern European countries were covered in dense points of light, which were slowly spreading outward, devouring the surrounding areas.
That was Kaecilius's dark incursion. More and more people had become Zealots under Dormammu's control, and they were already threatening the Sanctums' forces.
As the servants of darkness steadily multiplied, the many Hermetic Orders and holy knight legions under the Three Sanctums had all suffered severe losses. Under Kamar-Taj's command, they began pulling back their defensive lines and gathering their strength.
"The Sanctum Sorcerers cannot trace their movements. Kaecilius has Dormammu's protection and can enter the Dark Dimension at any time, escaping my sight."
The Ancient One was rather helpless. Kaecilius had once studied at Kamar-Taj. His talent was exceptional, and his progress far surpassed that of ordinary people. He also understood how the Sanctums operated. Since receiving Dormammu's gaze through the Darkhold, he had slipped beyond her control.
"The minions of darkness are growing ever more rampant, and my life is nearing its end... Sean, what do you intend to do?"
The Ancient One spun the metal ring with her fingers. The enormous celestial sphere, gleaming like molten lava, slowly shifted. With the Three Sanctums as its nodes, countless paths intertwined and converged. This was the sturdy defensive line the Sanctum Sorcerers had built over many years, keeping innumerable alien creatures out of the material world.
"What about the successor you chose? The future Sorcerer Supreme, Stephen Strange."
Sean walked up to the Ancient One and studied the three doors within the central hall. They led respectively to New York, London, and Hong Kong. These were critical nodes of