Chapter 154: Dark Disciples
But it was already too late to say anything now. All Kaecilius could do was desperately dodge the tip of Gene’s sword, trying to keep it away from his vital organs.
"ARGHHH!"
A guttural scream tore from Kaecilius’s throat. Even though he had narrowly avoided a lethal blow, Gene’s blade still punctured a massive hole in his side. Blood gushed from the wound like an open faucet.
Clearly, the injured Kaecilius was no match for Gene. In fact, even an uninjured Kaecilius likely wouldn’t stand a chance. Within just a few exchanges, Kaecilius was already in a precarious state, his body covered in wounds.
But then, something changed.
In the Mirror Dimension, the once-distant buildings now closed in around them again, flames erupting from their surfaces. A group of black-robed sorcerers stepped into the warped realm. Each one bore eerie violet markings around their eyes.
Dormammu’s disciples. Kaecilius’s reinforcements had arrived.
When he defected from Kamar-Taj, Kaecilius hadn’t come alone. He had lured and corrupted a number of other sorcerers to follow the dark deity Dormammu. Though their magical prowess and combat skill didn’t match Kaecilius’s own, they had also been infused with Dormammu’s dark energy—making them dangerous foes nonetheless.
Before Kaecilius could say a word, the disciples stepped forward and drew their weapons, forming a protective wall in front of him. Each weapon was nearly invisible to the naked eye, nearly transparent yet saturated with thick, dark energy.
Their blades shimmered like air—undefined in shape and length, giving them a deadly edge in battle where perception was everything.
The first to charge was a skinny man with an outlandish haircut—half-mohawk, half-electric porcupine. He rushed forward, wildly swinging his weapon at Gene.