Desiderium is the second Quest in the second Chapter in the Story Event Strange Fates.
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Dialogue[]
Mordo: Terrax! Stand down... it's... it's not him.
Terrax: Hmph. You are lucky that Mordo's mercy stays my hand...
America Chavez: You're the one who's lucky captain chin guard. Now tell us what the hell is happening around here?! Mordo: Save me... and I will explain everything.
Caption: *Rintrah weaves a spell of healing light over Mordo, patching his wounds and mending his battered body.*
Rintrah: I would not have let you die regardless. Now speak Mordo, what is happening? Who has the Darkhold, and why are they sabotaging the protective wards?
- Transmission #1 - Upon starting the Quest
Mordo: Some months ago, Terrax came to me with news - Galactus was coming. Mordo: Thanks to his connection to the Power Cosmic, Terrax knew when and where he would arrive. Terrax: I wasn't eager to rejoin the ranks of Galactus's heralds, and so I came to Mordo with a proposition. Terrax: Together we would claim Galactus's power for ourselves. Mordo: Our ambition attracted allies, and together through research we realized that the only magical power strong enough to trap the Devourer of Worlds... Mordo: ...was locked away inside the Darkhold. Terrax: The Darkhold cannibalized its multiversal copies as they arrived in the Contest, ensuring there was only one throughout the entire realm. Mordo: And that single copy was hidden from us by Stephen Strange and his allies. Mordo: So we resolved to make one of Doctor Strange's allies our own.
- Transmission #2
Mordo: I unearthed a spell that would create an ectoplasmic clone of Wong that would be more... amenable to our plans. Mordo: Initially this "Ecto-Wong" was subservient to our needs, but what I failed to notice was his own hunger for power outpacing my own. Mordo: Finally, Ecto-Wong's coup came swift and violently, deposing me and ransacking my sanctuary. Terrax: With the support of our former allies, Ecto-Wong began enacting our plan to steal the Darkhold. Only I remained, honoring my pact with Mordo. Mordo: I can only assume that you are here now because he has succeeded. Rintrah: So it would seem, but our fight is far from over. Your Ecto-Wong-
Wong: I do not approve of that name! It sounds like some sort of... sports drink. Rintrah: ...he'll still need to drop all the wards protecting the Battlerealm if Galactus is to gain entry, won't he? Wong: And there are many more left still standing. Mordo: Are you so sure of that?
- Transmission #3
Caption: *A wave of dread and icy fear surges through the assorted mystics.*
Scarlet Witch: The wards! I can feel them falling! There's... there's only one left! Wong: America! We need a portal to that last sigil now! America Chavez: Already on it! Caption: *America smashes a fresh portal to the opposite end of the Battlerealm.*
Scarlet Witch: You three go on ahead, I'll stay here and keep an eye on these two. And Wong... Wong: Yes? Scarlet Witch: Sorry for nearly killing you earlier. Wong: Ha, what are friends for? Caption: *Steeling themselves for the final confrontation, Rintrah, Wong, America, and the Summoner plunge through the portal.*
- Transmission #4
M.O.D.O.K.: Accursed magicks, why can't they be more elegant? More scientific? America Chavez: Hands off the hoodoo head case! M.O.D.O.K.: Gah! Wretched interlopers! You'll not stop my grand plans. My ascension is nigh! Rintrah: Save it for your memoirs! Summoner, I think it's time we stepped up and tried a little of America's patented "fistcuff diplomacy".
- Transmission #5 - Before fighting M.O.D.O.K.
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