"Mordo...what am I going to do with you?" said the voice in the doorway not far behind him. Stephen stood still, dressed impeccably, his cloak floating just behind him with his hands at his side. "You have no business here," and as he said those words, his hands raised, drawing runes in the air and underneath the creatures, lime green runes glowed before mystical cages sprang up and clasped around them to chain them in place.
Reckless slaughter in front of him, the poor guards' bodies ripped to pieces and strewn about on the floor, covering it in blood and gore, Stephen shook his head and took a step forward. "Up to no good without your master? Dormammu putting you up to this? What is he looking for? There's chaos everywhere, and I want to believe he has something to do with it."