The dark sorcerers

He cautiously examined the message, his eyes scanning the contents. It was a map, carefully inscribed with a single location—a place he had vowed to avoid at all costs.

The New York city.

Reluctantly, yet compelled by the forces at play, Ethan found himself back in the city that held both cherished memories and lingering pain. Returning to his home, he discovered a pristine and meticulously maintained sanctuary, a testament to the unwavering loyalty of his companion, Alice. She had dutifully tended to their abode, her mechanical assistants ensuring its upkeep.

As Ethan activated the recognition command, Alice's familiar voice filled the room, providing updates on the events that had unfolded during his absence. The Avengers, once revered as heroes, had faltered. Their actions had resulted in catastrophic consequences, and the world now questioned their motives and methods. The team had disbanded, Captain America was a fugitive, and the fate of Thor, Hulk, and Tony Stark remained unknown. Even Nick Fury had vanished from the public eye.

With a heavy heart, Ethan absorbed this information, his disappointment evident. He had hoped for better from those he had once fought side by side, expecting them to rise above their own flaws and serve as beacons of hope. Yet, their failures had left a void, a void and suspicious on everyone that rise to save others.

But before he could fully process the situation, something strange happened. His whole room strated to move as if tilting to one side, the reality itself seemed to buckle and twist around him. The room transformed, defying all known laws of physics. Walls inverted, furniture defied gravity, and the entire world appeared to tilt at a disorienting angle. It was a mind-bending spectacle that sent Ethan's senses reeling.

Reacting swiftly, Ethan donned his battle-worn mask and the cloak of the Black Lotus, his instincts sharp and ready. He soared out of his home on a sleek hoverboard. the midst of the awe-inspiring spectacle that unfolded around him, Ethan's instincts kicked into high gear. With a swift and graceful backflip, he narrowly evaded an oncoming blast of orange energy. Regaining his composure, he swiftly landed on his trusty hoverboard, his gaze fixed upon three figures garbed in ancient yellow attire.

These mysterious individuals bore dark markings around their eyes, a sign of their connection to the sinister forces at play. It was none other than Kaecilius and his malevolent cohorts, standing defiantly on the bending buildings, their gaze fixated upon Ethan with a mix of arrogance and malice.

"I had no idea that the famous Black Lotus had become a mere lapdog of the Ancient One," taunted the man at the center of the trio, his voice dripping with disdain.

Ethan's eyes narrowed with determination, his resolve unyielding. "I know nothing of this Ancient One you speak of."

A surge of determination surged through his veins as he leaped from his hoverboard, gracefully landing upon the curving facade of the towering structure. The Black Heart materialized in his grasp, radiating with intense, crimson flames that danced and flickered with ethereal power.

Kaecilius, struck by the sight of the blazing red inferno, felt a cold shiver run down his spine. Gasping in realization, he muttered, "An aura user..."

A sinister black mark appeared upon Kaecilius's forehead, a telltale sign of his submission to the forces of darkness. With malevolent intent, he began to conjure a swirling orb of obsidian energy within his palm, readying himself for a devastating assault.

"Dormammu's wrath has found you, Black Lotus," Kaecilius declared, his voice laced with ominous finality. "Prepare to meet your demise."

Without a moment's hesitation, Kaecilius and his minions lunged forward, attacking as one, their powers intertwining in a symphony of chaos. The clash of mystic energies echoed through the distorted streets as Ethan met their onslaught head-on, his every movement a testament to his honed skills and indomitable spirit.

With each strike, Ethan's aura surged with renewed strength, blending seamlessly with his martial prowess. The red flames of the Black Heart blazed brighter, as if fueled by the very essence of his determination. He parried and countered, his movements a mesmerizing dance of power and grace.

The battle raged on, the forces of light and darkness locked in an epic struggle for supremacy. Sparks erupted as Ethan's aura clashed with the nefarious energy unleashed by Kaecilius and his acolytes. The air crackled with raw power, and the very fabric of reality trembled under the weight of their clash.