The expert, unfortunately, was currently vacationing with the mother of his child.
The very child who, for the first time ever, had dominion over the Sanctum Sanctorum - with careful supervision by Wong, of course. God forbid that Stephen Strange leave his daughter alone for a week.
Besides, he'd practically commanded her to take a vacation from ruling over Limbo, telling her that sometimes it was nice to get away and be relatively normal...which Sofia was when she was in this dimension. Did she still have magic? Sure. But she was severely limited - more magical warrior than full on wonder witch.
Which always made things fun, she had to sometimes admit. Sofia liked the thrill of working for it, since doing things at the flick of a wrist wasn't always all that much fun.
Sofia threw open the door, dressed somewhat casually in tight blue jeans, slouchy, fringed suede boots, and a flowy tunic. The smell of brimstone filled the air, and somewhere off in the distance, one could hear Wong uncharacteristically cursing as he put out Sofia's latest fire.
"Hi!" she beamed, "I'm usually supposed to tell you that we've been expecting you, but let's be honest. We weren't expecting you. Just supernatural trouble of some sort. How can I help?"
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The very child who, for the first time ever, had dominion over the Sanctum Sanctorum - with careful supervision by Wong, of course. God forbid that Stephen Strange leave his daughter alone for a week.
Besides, he'd practically commanded her to take a vacation from ruling over Limbo, telling her that sometimes it was nice to get away and be relatively normal...which Sofia was when she was in this dimension. Did she still have magic? Sure. But she was severely limited - more magical warrior than full on wonder witch.
Which always made things fun, she had to sometimes admit. Sofia liked the thrill of working for it, since doing things at the flick of a wrist wasn't always all that much fun.
Sofia threw open the door, dressed somewhat casually in tight blue jeans, slouchy, fringed suede boots, and a flowy tunic. The smell of brimstone filled the air, and somewhere off in the distance, one could hear Wong uncharacteristically cursing as he put out Sofia's latest fire.
"Hi!" she beamed, "I'm usually supposed to tell you that we've been expecting you, but let's be honest. We weren't expecting you. Just supernatural trouble of some sort. How can I help?"