Mirror Dimension. On a platform suspended high above the city. The Ancient One, dressed in black, was pale-faced. A void weapon sharper than an icicle pierced her chest as she collapsed into a pool of blood. "Success... I successfully killed the Sorcerer Supreme..." Not far away. Once one of The Ancient One's most prized disciples, formerly the master of a Kamar-Taj sanctuary, and now the leader of the Dark Mages— Mordo's right hand, which had been holding the void icicle, trembled uncontrollably, until his entire body began shaking.