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"Cough-cough-"
Strange clutched his chest, coughed hard a few times, then collapsed onto the ground.
Lying there, staring at the female sorceress nearby who was also nearly out of breath, he finally released a long sigh.
That had been dangerously close.
Moments ago, just as Strange was pinned down and about to be stabbed through the chest by Sorceress Nicole's blade, the red cloak that had given him nothing but headaches for more than a week suddenly moved.
It wrapped around Nicole's arms at lightning speed.
Then it hurled her away.
Strange seized the opening immediately.
He broke free from her magic suppression and tried to summon a portal, planning to retreat as fast as possible.
But the next instant-
He was kicked away again.
His body slammed headfirst into the ground, pain exploding everywhere.
Nicole had been thrown aside by the cloak, but she hadn't lost her combat capability at all.
Tearing the cloak off with brute force, she didn't hesitate. This time, she chose a more direct spell.
Golden light gathered instantly in her hand.
The next second, it surged forward.
Strange rolled desperately, barely dodging as the blast scorched past him and drove him straight toward the window.
"Goodbye, Sorcerer Strange."
Nicole flung the red cloak aside and stared at him coldly.
"This time, let's see how you dodge."
There was nowhere left to run.
When the beam slammed into him, Strange instinctively raised magic to block it.
But the gap between them was too great.
The moment their magic touched, Strange was blasted away like a broken kite.
The sound of shattering glass rang in his ears.
He crashed straight through the window.
Space trembled faintly-the Mirror Dimension Nicole had set up collapsed-but Strange didn't care anymore.
His chest felt like it was on fire.
Even with magic blocking it, the impact was overwhelming.
He felt himself falling.
Flying.
Bones cracking.
This was the second time he had been this close to death.
The first was in his car, staring at patient records, when everything overturned in an instant.
That accident took his hands.
Took his career.
If he hadn't found Noah.
If he hadn't been guided.
If that great sorcerer hadn't pulled him into the magical world-for the integration of magic and the mundane, as Strange still believed-
His hands would never have healed.
Strange was grateful.
Truly.
And now, he even enjoyed being a sorcerer.
At heart, he had always wanted to save people.
Fame and wealth had tempted him later, sure.
But wasn't saving lives the core of being a doctor?
Now, in the magical world, he was still doing the same thing.
Protecting ordinary people.
Saving them.
The meaning hadn't changed.
During his time as an exorcist, he had genuinely enjoyed it.
Even now.
Even here.
Strange had no regrets.
He raised his head toward the terrifying sorceress one last time.
Then slowly closed his eyes.
And felt something wrap around him.
A powerful force lifted him upward.
More importantly-
The magic inside his body began to recover.
Rapidly.
Continuously.
"This is..."
Strange steadied himself and looked back.
Beyond the stunned civilians-now seeing him outside the Mirror Dimension-
There was a red cloak fluttering behind him.
Moving as if in a wind that didn't exist.
At that moment, Strange didn't know how to describe what he felt.
Joy.
And helplessness.
He had spent so long trying to make this cloak acknowledge him.
And now, when he was nearly dead-
It finally had.
Taking a deep breath and feeling his body recover, Strange made a decision.
If his magic would keep restoring-
Then he would fight.
Even if it meant fighting to the death.
"Sorry, everyone."
He smiled faintly at the surrounding civilians as magic surged into his Sling Ring.
"Just... pretend you didn't see anything."
Then he stepped back through the portal.
"Oh?"
Nicole looked at him with surprise.
"You recovered and didn't run?"
She had noticed the cloak chasing after him earlier.
She'd known something might go wrong.
And sure enough, that cursed thing had boosted his recovery speed.
Even carried him through the air.
That alone was unexpected.
Flying wasn't something her current strength allowed.
But what shocked her more-
Was that he came back.
Her excitement surged.
She hadn't forgotten Durant and Crouch.
If she couldn't take revenge on Noah-
Then this part-time exorcist in front of her would do.
Without another word, Nicole attacked again.
Strange met her calmly, magic erupting.
One had superior magic.
The other had the sky.
For a time, they were locked in a stalemate.
With infinite recovery, Strange stopped conserving energy.
He hurled every spell he could think of.
Nicole dodged with fluid movements, constantly searching for an opening.
She knew Strange was injured.
She still held the advantage.
Meanwhile, her mentor Kaecilius was assaulting the Sanctum.
She wanted to be there.
This fight was delaying her.
And that infuriated her.
Strange was clearly dragging it out.
Even if neither of them ended well-
She had never taken him seriously.
"Damn it..."
Nicole cursed under her breath.
Looking up at Strange in the air, her irritation grew.
She couldn't fully distort the Mirror Dimension.
She couldn't reverse gravity and slam him down.
She wasn't Kaecilius.
And she definitely wasn't Noah.
She was only stronger than an ordinary sorcerer.
Then-
A message reached her.
Urgent.
Telling her to head to New York immediately.
Her frustration peaked.
And for a split second-
Her focus wavered.
Strange caught it instantly.
"Now."
The golden hexagram in his hands changed.
Emitting a new glow.
Strange hadn't mastered many spells yet.
But under Noah's teaching, his growth had been real.
His elemental spells were still clumsy.
But the first magic he ever learned wasn't elemental.
And the spell he understood best-
Was one that had already become legendary.
Sectumsempra.
A spell created by Noah's potions professor.
One Noah himself had mastered early on.
It had saved Noah countless times.
Its destructive power was terrifying.
Strange calmed his mind.
The hexagram blazed brighter.
His casting speed was fast.
In less than a second-
The spell was complete.
He poured everything into it.
Even with the cloak restoring him, it couldn't keep up.
But Strange didn't hesitate.
He wasn't good at fine control.
That was common for beginners.
So instead of flashy tricks-
He chose one spell.
With everything.
The light flared.
Nicole noticed-
Too late.
The spell was already flying.
A golden flash crossed her vision.
Then-
Agony.
Crushing pain in her chest.
She tried to speak.
Blood poured from her throat instead.
Strange descended unsteadily, barely able to stand.
Looking at the woman collapsing before him, he let out a quiet sigh.
If she hadn't lost focus-
He wouldn't have had this chance.
"I'll need a hospital," Strange thought calmly. "At least four ribs are broken."
He turned back to her-
And noticed she was still trying to speak.
Strange stepped closer.
Softly, he asked, "What do you want to say?"
Nicole's blood-covered face twisted into a sneer.
"Death..."
Her voice came in broken breaths.
"...is just... the beginning."
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