Material world, mirrored New York.
The Sanctum Sorcerers were clearing out the remaining hellish creatures. Mordo took the lead, the Wand of Watoomb in his hand wreathed in lightning. With thunderous shocks, it unleashed powerful spells that reduced Skeleton Demons, Flame Demons, and nightmares alike to ashes.
Strange held the Book of the Vishanti as his red cloak carried him through the air. He continually drew upon this powerful artifact of Kamar-Taj to cast large-scale spells, such as the Seraphim Shield.
The Book of the Vishanti recorded countless spells of Kamar-Taj. With its support, Strange could cast all manner of devastating magic with effortless ease.
Not long ago, the Ancient One had burst out of the Hell Gate and entered the Dark Dimension without lingering. The six imposing Hell Lords who had arrived with their forces were driven back by the Sorcerer Supreme alone. Zarathos, the elemental demon, had been imprisoned in a temporal cage; Samael, the Apocalypse Red Dragon, had been beheaded; Abaddon had been gravely wounded. The silent intimidation brought by such overwhelming power sent the remaining Dark Lords fleeing in panic.
Those supreme monarchs who ruled Hell did not even spare a thought for the dark minions left in the mirror world. They closed the Hell Gate and fled like beaten dogs, hiding deep within the lava.
Once again, they remembered how the Sorcerer Supreme's illustrious reputation had been forged. The previous Agamotto and the current Ancient One had both filled the Hell Lords with terror.
Seeing the Sorcerer Supreme triumph, the Sanctum Sorcerers who had fought tirelessly seemed to have been injected with a stimulant. Their morale soared and their fighting spirit surged. Only Mordo and Strange remained deeply worried. The collapse of the New York Sanctum meant that the solid line of defense protecting the