[hr][hr][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230605/b188b8e9cb2b405065c58f91ded076a7.png[/img][hr][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/2961daa05c0e5ded90983456bd41293f/tumblr_mob5uyQvL81rlfsw2o1_500.gif[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Nallore][@Trainerblue192][@PatientBean][@Blizz][@Kirah][@KazAlkemi][hr][h3][color=FF0000][b]Earth-666[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	Ananym had been transformed into a small infant, crying with horns curling from its forehead. The same fate met you, Annika - just a babe now, no longer the adult, no longer cognizant. The last Goblin Night ended with a similar sacrifice. Perhaps this was destiny. 

	With the veil repaired and Ananym defeated, all that remains are her legion, her hoard. 

	But as Sorcerers Supreme, you all ought to make short work of them, no? 

	Especially as a familiar face approaches you, stumbling from a portal with the scent of Limbo clinging to him. Like magnets, the shards of the office of Sorcerer Supreme leave your bodies, flying into his - the Cloaks of Levitation, the amulets, all merging into a single item, supporting a single entity. 

	Limbo works in mysterious ways, I should know. 

	Doctor Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, is alive. [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#a81a75]Runa the Grey[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/db4f97a911c55834e8956c78fb0d486b.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] New York City
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=#a81a75]Spells:[/color][/b] Kosmisk Ild
[hr][hr][/center]	"Well, none of you would have been my first choice... But thank you," Strange said. 

	It had been some time since Runa had heard his voice, but she recognized him immediately - particularly as she felt the vestiges of his office leave her. She was no longer the Sorcerer Supreme of this moment - the rich magics were beginning to fade, her powers gradually returning to their somewhat deadened state. She was Sorcerer Supreme of the future, yes, but it was a future without magic - a dead, waking grave. 

	As to how Stephen was alive, Runa did not know. Realms outside the multiverse were strange - and their magics even stranger. Limbo was a land that twisted and turned over itself. One Stephen died, another lived. Perhaps that was all the explanation that was needed. 

	[color=#a81a75]"You ought to be more careful than that, Stephen, to thank a witch,"[/color] Runa chided. They had known other witches before that traded in gratitude - that used it to take hold of their victims, a line tethering them together, an eternal favor just waiting to be granted. Absentmindedly, they wondered where Mother Righteous was now - if the sorceress would have stepped in had they fallen, had they failed. 

	But now was not the time for chatter. 

	It was the time for action. 

	Zelma had taken the baby Ananym and baby Annika inside, sheltering them with the other infants. 

	That left the demons. 

	Runa breathed in. 

	They breathed out. 

	And they set the sky ablaze. 

	They incinerated demons on mass, the flames seeming to pour from their own body, heavenly fire that destroyed whatever it touched. 

	There were still more, still more to face. 

	But Runa was not alone.