You and Your Master Are Equally Displeasing to Me

Stephen Strange followed the guard through several gateways and corridors of magnificent gold splendor, steeped in heavy history and epic architecture. Outside, the faint roar of laser cannon fire and fierce battle filtered into the weighty, epic structure. The guard led Stephen Strange directly into the council hall. Odin sat imposingly upon his throne as King of Asgard, his expression stern, his white beard and hair gleaming, his single eye sharp and profound.