"Weak humans, instead of living in endless fear of death, why not kneel and serve Dormammu? Offer up your souls and everything you possess with both hands, and become loyal servants of the ruler of the Dark Dimension."
With a bang, the fragile spatial barrier shattered completely. A pitch-black figure emerged, wreathed in a sinister aura. His cheeks were shriveled, dark purple veins crisscrossing his face like the branches of a dead old tree, making him especially terrifying.
Sean's lips curled into a cold smile. That body contained not the slightest trace of life; it had been forged from dense dark energy.
"Kaecilius?"
Mordo's expression wavered with shock and disbelief.
The once-gifted mage of Kamar-Taj, the genius who had spoken endlessly of philosophy, had actually become this grotesque thing?!
Was this the price of becoming one of Dormammu's servants?
A chill rose inexplicably in Mordo's heart. As a mage of Kamar-Taj, he could naturally see that Kaecilius had become a puppet of the Dark Dimension. Once he lost Dormammu's support, he would not even be able to preserve his soul.
"Mordo, are you still loyal to the Ancient One, that hypocritical wretch? I can't wait to see the look on your face when you learn the truth. How pitiful will it be?"
Kaecilius, whose body had been shattered by Sean and remade by Dormammu, laughed heartily. As the Dark Dimension's spokesman, he was far more powerful than before.
Though the human body he had used to move through the material world had been destroyed, this planet was about to fall into the Dark Dimension. He no longer needed to endure the suppression of the material world's laws, so he naturally did not care about his inhuman appearance.
"You became Dormammu's lackey yourself, yet you insist that everyone else accept your