Week6A Trevor Larson Character Model

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The Sorcerer Supreme stood tall, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity as he gazed out upon the city below. His long black coat billowed behind him like a dark cloud, its edges embroidered with intricate silver runes that seemed to shimmer and dance in the flickering light of the streetlamps. With a flick of his wrist, Doctor Strange summoned forth a swirling vortex of magical energy, its tendrils snaking out across the rooftops like ethereal tentacles. The air around him rippled and distorted as he wove a complex pattern of spells and incantations, each one building upon the last to create an aura of power that seemed almost palpable. As he worked his magic, the city itself began to change, its buildings and streets shifting and flowing like a living, breathing entity. The very fabric of reality was bending to Doctor Strange's will, and those who watched from the shadows couldn't help but feel a shiver run down their spines as they realized that they were in the presence of something truly magnificent. The Sorcerer Supreme's eyes flashed with a fierce inner light as he raised his hands to the sky, and a burst of energy exploded forth from his fingertips, sending shards of glittering silver and gold hurtling through the air like a thousand tiny stars. The city trembled beneath the impact, its foundations shaking as if it were being rewritten by some unseen hand. And in that moment, Doctor Strange was the master of all he surveyed, his power and wisdom reaching out to touch the very hearts of those around him. He was the one who held the keys to the mysteries of the universe, and those who sought to unlock its secrets knew that they would have to go through him first.