The Ancient One Was Dark

Within the Mirror Dimension, the twisting, tumbling buildings came to a halt. Kaecilius began falling from the air, his blown-off arm reconstructed from thick black fluid. More dark patterns emerged across his body. He landed on a building on one knee, raised his head, and his strange, dark eye sockets seemed to mock the mages of Kamar-Taj. The Ancient One remained composed and made no attempt to argue. She smiled faintly, just about to tell them the truth outright.