Chapter 160: I’m the One in Charge
Kaecilius returned in high spirits, leading his followers back to a hidden sanctuary—the secret stronghold of Dormammu’s loyal cult.
Not long ago, he had completely destroyed the New York Sanctum and even stabbed his former master, the Sorcerer Supreme, in the back. Now, Kaecilius was triumphant, brimming with pride as he fantasized about the rewards his dark lord would bestow upon him once the world was conquered.
But the moment he stepped into the grand hall, he froze.
Sitting on his throne was a figure cloaked in dark gray armor, with a long green cape flowing behind him. His crimson eyes glowed with disdain as they locked onto Kaecilius.
He sat there as if the throne was made for him—an aura of pure dominance radiating from his presence. Like a monarch born, not made.
"...Who are you?" Kaecilius narrowed his heavily shadowed eyes, glaring at the intruder on his seat.
Their gazes collided in the air—an invisible clash of immense dark energy exploded between them.
Kaecilius was the first to flinch.
A low grunt escaped him as he was pushed a step backward. Just from that brief exchange, he realized the man before him was no ordinary intruder. He was another apostle of Dormammu.
"You’re far too slow," the man on the throne said in a cold, raspy voice. "Always dragging your feet, making no real progress."
"We’ve already destroyed the sanctums in New York and London," Kaecilius retorted, his tone icy. "We’re gathering the faithful for a final assault on the last remaining sanctum in Hong Kong. And you? Who even are you? If you’ve done nothing, then don’t sit there spouting nonsense."