Caught off guard, Strange was thrown into a spatial passage. He fell from low altitude, flailing helplessly before crashing onto an overturned tent.
Before he could collect himself, a streak of lightning struck an old pickup truck nearby. Amid a thunderous blast, fierce flames erupted.
"This is..."
Strange looked around in astonishment. Zealots clad in black robes clashed with the metal Mechanical Legion, like a contest between magic and technology.
A dizzying chant echoed across the battlefield. Dormammu's Zealots recited long, obscure ancient syllables, holding their hands before their chests as they condensed transparent blades—deadly weapons cut from space itself.
Like Kaecilius, these Fallen Sorcerers had betrayed the Trinity of Vishanti worshipped by Kamar-Taj and thrown themselves into Dormammu's dark embrace.
Doctor Doom led the Mechanical Legion. Lightning danced like silver serpents as they fought the endlessly surging black tide. Artillery fire blanketed the forest, only for the Zealots to twist space and effortlessly deflect it.
"I was just passing through... wait!"
Strange stood at the edge of the battlefield. Ancient One had thrown him to Latveria, and several Fallen Sorcerers noticed the disturbance, charging at him with transparent blades raised.
A frustrated look crossed his face, but his hands never stopped moving. He hurriedly condensed an energy whip and used it to block the enemy attacks.
"The horn of war has sounded. The minions of darkness have formed an invincible army. Like a tide of death that devours all things, they shall shatter the material world's solid defenses and bring new hope to this planet!"
Hovering in midair, Kaecilius seemed to be reciting poetry. He looked at Sean's upright figure, his voice endlessly seductive. "You have been searching for me. Ancient One wants to find me and stop Dormammu's descent. She knows that once Earth is dragged into the