"Ancient One! Thief who stole the power of darkness." Doomammu's grand voice rolled forth with the hazy black mist filling the space, carrying sound waves like a violent, damp chill of nature sweeping over everyone, blowing their hair backward. "?" Baron Mordo frowned in confusion at Dormammu's words. But seeing Ancient One's calm, unresponsive expression, he merely found it strange and did not dwell on it. Stephen Strange, on the other hand, looked grim. He immediately sent two sorcerers to He-El's location to help S.H.I.E.L.D.