Spiderweb-like cracks rapidly spread across the mirror-smooth space. With a mournful cry, it shattered with a bang, and a powerful shockwave roared like furious thunder, rumbling across the void.
Kaecilius's heart trembled. His black robe whipped in the wind, his gray-white hair scattered wildly, and his hands before his chest moved as they rapidly traced lines. In an instant, he vanished.
The Fallen Sorcerer reappeared to the right. Looking at the violent fist wind that blasted through the atmosphere and shook space, he broke out in a cold sweat.
Kaecilius had always thought Sean was merely another follower of the Ancient One, like her senior disciple Mordo. He had never taken him seriously.
Although Sean had appeared during the battle in Bucharest, Kaecilius had never believed the young man before him possessed the formidable strength needed to contend with a Hell Lord.
In his view, the only one capable of defeating Mephisto—the Hell Lord who had completed the reincarnation ritual, escaped the shackles of hell, and descended upon the material world in a human body—was the Sorcerer Supreme.
The Ancient One's strength was beyond question. Even among all past Sorcerer Supremes, she ranked among the very strongest.
Otherwise, how could she alone have used absolute power to keep all those Dark Creatures and Hell Demons outside the gates?
"I admit that I underestimated you. I took you for one of the Ancient One's lackeys."
Kaecilius shook his head slightly. His dim eyes bloomed with astonishing light like a kaleidoscope.
The red brand on his forehead became increasingly glaring, as though soaked in blood.
Dense gray mist rapidly gathered, forming a terrifying storm vortex containing the dreadful power to tear everything apart. Before that disaster-like spectacle, the Fallen Sorcerers and Mechanical Legion below appeared utterly insignificant.
"My god..."
Strange stood frozen