118. Reinforcements Arrive!

A flash of light, and Doctor Strange and the Punisher, surrounded by countless deformed monsters, vanished. With a splash, they reappeared mid-air above a sewer, falling directly into the filthy water below.

"Next time, let me know before you teleport us!" The Punisher, suppressing his discomfort, angrily turned to Doctor Strange.

"Keep it down, Frank. We're right beneath the street where we were fighting. If you're too loud, those deformed creatures will find us." Doctor Strange struggled out of the sewage, leaning against a wall, exhausted.

"What did you say?!" Frank responded, as if hearing a joke. "Those creatures are right above us? You only teleported us thirty feet?!"

"The Amulet of Amtra only allows for short-distance teleportation."

Doctor Strange casually tossed the broken pocket watch into the sewage, sighing. Though frustrated, he explained, "This space is strange. Teleportation magic isn't as simple as you think. Even at my peak, reckless teleportation could be dangerous. We don't have Deadpool's healing abilities. If we teleport incorrectly, we could die."

"Magic is unreliable," Frank muttered after a moment of silence. Then he asked, "What are those creatures?"

"I don't know." Doctor Strange replied quickly.

"You don't know? What do you mean you don't know?" Frank was taken aback.

"I've never seen those creatures before. They look like nightmares from an asylum, twisted and deformed. I have no idea how they came to be."

Doctor Strange shook his head, trying to calm his weary mind. "It's like they're programmed, following set rules, behaviors, and thoughts. Whether attacking us or breaking into the Sanctum Sanctorum, they act according to different rules, as if..."

"As if they were created specifically for us," Frank finished, understanding Doctor Strange's point.

The two exchanged a look, falling into silence. For Doctor Strange, this was a particularly trying time. As a doctor, before becoming a sorcerer, he had been extremely arrogant, his confidence stemming from his skilled hands and surgical expertise. But a car accident destroyed his hands and his spirit.

Overnight, the world's top surgeon became a cripple. The sense of loss was indescribable. He felt utterly defeated until he went to Kamar-Taj and learned magic.

After becoming the Sorcerer Supreme, his arrogance returned. His extraordinary magical talent and learning ability made him the best among sorcerers. Even the Ancient One praised him highly.

When facing crises threatening the world and the universe, he remained calm, using his unparalleled magic and intellect to solve terrifying problems time and again. But another blow came, like the car accident. Doctor Strange was no longer the 'walking magic.' He lost most of his magical power and the confidence he had rebuilt.

Perhaps this was why he was unknowingly tainted by that thing, affecting his cognition. He wasn't sure he could survive the crisis here. For Frank, this past month felt like an eternity.

"I remember you mentioned a sorcerer from another universe who woke you up and helped you. Where is he now?" Doctor Strange asked.

"I don't know. I don't trust him," Frank replied irritably.

"If we are to resolve this crisis, that sorcerer is crucial. Only he can help us through this and possibly get us out of here," Doctor Strange insisted.

"But we've been trapped here for a month!" Frank looked up, staring at Doctor Strange. "No reinforcements, no signal, nothing."

Sighing, Frank lowered his head again. "I told them if I didn't seek them out, to assume I was dead. I thought I'd die by your hand, but..."

With that, Frank pulled out the wand and stood up, his eyes full of determination, shedding his earlier despondency. "It doesn't matter. Dying at the hands of anyone is better than hiding here."

"Calm down, Frank. You're going to get yourself killed," Doctor Strange frowned.

"So what? If I can take down a few deformed monsters before I die, that's enough. Killing one is worth it, killing two is a bonus. Dying in battle is better than hiding here."

With that, Frank turned and headed for the sewer passage, intending to climb out and return to the battlefield.

"Wait," Doctor Strange called out.

"Don't try to talk me out of it, Doctor," Frank said without looking back.

"Wait, I'm not trying to talk you out of it!" Doctor Strange shouted, standing up against the wall.

Frank paused, frowning, turning back with a puzzled look. He knew Doctor Strange prided himself on elegance and wouldn't choose to die in battle willingly. Noticing Frank's confusion, Doctor Strange put one hand on the wall and the other to his ear.

"What is it?" Frank asked, confused.

Doctor Strange smiled, looking at Frank. "Listen, the sound of battle. Our reinforcements are here!"

Hearing this, Frank's eyes widened. He held his breath, enhancing his senses to listen carefully. Soon, the sounds of intense fighting and explosions came from above, followed by the ground shaking. Dust fell from the walls into the sewage. But none of this mattered to Frank anymore. He heard a familiar voice.

Recalling it for less than a second, Frank exclaimed, "It's Moon Knight!"

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