"You scum! Get the hell back to Hell!"
Standing proudly at the very front of the defensive line, Mordo swung the Wand of Watoomb and smashed a Nightmare's skull. The Black sorcerer's expression was resolute, his entire body bathed in the radiant energy of the trinity of Vishanti.
He looked toward the white-robed figure vanishing behind the dense clouds, concern and reverence rising in his eyes. Facing Hell's Six Kings alone—what kind of madness was that?
The previous Sorcerer Supreme, Agamotto, had established the Three Sanctums and built a complete system for sorcerers. He had been the creator of order.
As his successor, Ancient One relied on her overwhelming power to repel Dormammu of the Dark Dimension and drive out the Hell Lords. She was the guardian of order.
It could be said that both Sorcerer Supremes, past and present, had fearlessly shouldered the heavy responsibility of protecting Earth and resisting darkness. It was precisely that unparalleled sense of duty that made Mordo follow them with such unwavering devotion.
The many sorcerers of Kamar-Taj chose to serve Vishanti and revere the Sorcerer Supreme not merely because of their power, but more because of the respect and admiration that came from the depths of their hearts.
When darkness descended, some chose to be cowards, scraping by just to survive; others bravely stepped forward and fought until the very last moment.
In mirror-world New York, everyone upheld their own convictions, using their bodies as city walls as they defended the last Sanctum.
"Too late."
After reuniting Mephisto with his family, Sean descended upon the New York Sanctum. He saw that the dimensional node had lost its balance, chaotic energy erupting like a volcano. Two Sanctums had been destroyed, inflicting irreversible damage upon the solid defenses of the material world.
Combined with Hell's