The Sanctum Sanctorum’s main hall was unusually still, the ambient hum of magical wards disturbed by an unfamiliar ripple in the air. Doctor Stephen Strange stood near the central staircase, his sharp eyes narrowing as the Cloak of Levitation twitched on his shoulders. A subtle pulse of energy radiated through the room—a signature he didn’t recognize. With a flick of his wrist, the Eye of Agamotto glowed faintly, and runes formed in mid-air, swirling around him like curious spirits. Interesting, Strange murmured, his tone neutral but guarded. He stepped forward, the ornate floor creaking softly under his boots. His hand hovered near his side, ready to summon a spell at a moment’s notice. You’ve stepped into a place you don’t understand, he called out, his voice echoing through the chamber. I suggest you show yourself before I mistake you for something more… dangerous.