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i_estrange Dawn Of A New Evil [The Oracle]
The dimensions were shifting. And with their shifting came the pain of a concussive force against his mystical barriers that jerked him out of bed.
Then it was quiet.
Doctor Strange placed a hand to his forehead. The skin was moist and clammy. He was cold but running a small fever. He'd thought it had been a dream, but then the pain returned. Like a violent migraine stabbing into the foremost part of his brain. But it wasn't physical. Once he caught his breath, calming down his erratic heart beat, he realized it wasn't a physical pain. It was something else. Something entirely different.
Something unsettling.
This had happened before. At times, when a great surge of mystical power and energy erupted in a dimension not far from his own, he could feel the effects. A sort of tremor in the magical frequencies, not unlike a mini mystical earthquake blipping on the richter scale.
But this was much more powerful.
And being that he was the Sorceror Supreme, whose soul purpose it was to guard the gates between the various worlds, he automatically took the responsibility for discovering the starting point of this possible disaster. But it wasn't close enough for him to get his own telepathic reading on it. And spells and incantations would only produce obscure results. And since The City prevented him from escaping this dimension to scout out the others, a problem of which he was still trying to to work out, that left him with little choice for who to go to.
All was not lost, however. For there was one man that he could call upon to assist him in his troubles. So without further delay, Strange slipped into his bath robe and called upon The Oracle.
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Then it was quiet.
Doctor Strange placed a hand to his forehead. The skin was moist and clammy. He was cold but running a small fever. He'd thought it had been a dream, but then the pain returned. Like a violent migraine stabbing into the foremost part of his brain. But it wasn't physical. Once he caught his breath, calming down his erratic heart beat, he realized it wasn't a physical pain. It was something else. Something entirely different.
Something unsettling.
This had happened before. At times, when a great surge of mystical power and energy erupted in a dimension not far from his own, he could feel the effects. A sort of tremor in the magical frequencies, not unlike a mini mystical earthquake blipping on the richter scale.
But this was much more powerful.
And being that he was the Sorceror Supreme, whose soul purpose it was to guard the gates between the various worlds, he automatically took the responsibility for discovering the starting point of this possible disaster. But it wasn't close enough for him to get his own telepathic reading on it. And spells and incantations would only produce obscure results. And since The City prevented him from escaping this dimension to scout out the others, a problem of which he was still trying to to work out, that left him with little choice for who to go to.
All was not lost, however. For there was one man that he could call upon to assist him in his troubles. So without further delay, Strange slipped into his bath robe and called upon The Oracle.
( Read more... )