Stopping the cloak from reaching the OmniSight Aegis at full speed wasn't an easy task. It was a sentient cloak after all, and it had a mind of it's own.

Nevertheless, I put in the effort required to slow it down, saving it from burning away. Some of the threads of it's ancient tunic had already began to catch fire.

Stranded in the ionosphere, it didn't take long for me to realize what type of situation I was in. My soul had taken possession of the Cloak of Levitation, much like what had happened with Doctor Strange.

How this was possible, I could only speculate. Maybe it was the magic that had bid me to it. It had to be, because I could sense the magic of the cloak once I had touched it's tunic. I had become the Cloak of Levitation, but I had some questions.

Would my conscious amalgamate with it's conscious?

What was the conscious of a sentient cloak like?

Would I explode like I did with Doctor Strange? No, the pendant was keeping the cloak from using Marvel magic.

As this questions ran through my mind, I began to feel myself gaining more control of the ancient tunic, and I gradually stopped from moving further up.

I was now afloat in the ionosphere.

What could I do?

I could see... everything at once. I could see what was behind me, in front, up and down, all at the same time.

I could feel... the strong winds blowing through, and the the subtle movements of the air surrounding me.

I could sense... the magic in the air. The familiar mystical energy I had grown to know.

I could sense the strong magic coming from the OmniSight Aegis, and the desire of the cloak to reach to it, mixed with my desire to see the OmniSight Aegis.

What more?

I could feel the emotions of the cloak, and the slight desperation that swept through it's threads.

But more importantly, something was bothering me. The ominous magic in the air now felt stronger, and I could suddenly sense that it was originating from somewhere.

The Cloak of Levitation was just a relic, and it couldn't do magic on its own. I could flap the tunic and glide in the air, and perhaps pick up objects with it, but that was all that could be achieved. Those were the possible limitations that came with being a cloak.

So, I couldn't risk following the signal of the faint ominous magic in the air, that could have unprecedented consequences. It was best to go back to Doctor Strange, and repossess his body, then come back to investigate whatever that was going on.

Being the Cloak of Levitation had it's perks though. Doctor Strange trusted it, and I knew that I would somehow find a way to communicate with him, alerting him on the situation.

Hopefully, he would have unblocked his chakra by then, and I could become the Prime Sorcerer once again.

I was about to descend when something happened.

I didn't know what caused it, but suddenly, I started to fall down aimlessly, allowing the wind to blow me away. It was as if I had lost my ability to glide in that moment, yet, I could feel the possession of the Cloak's magic.

What was going on?

My movements in the air were now purely guided by both gravity and the wind.

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If only I could fall faster, then...

That was another limitation of being a cloak. I wasn't heavy enough to catapult to the ground.

Was it anti-magic that had hit me? But it couldn't be, I could have known. Moreover, I wouldn't be feeling any magic coursing through my threads.

That was when the amalgamation began.

(Conscious Amalgamation)

As my consciousness merged with the sentient cloak, I saw the memories, visions, and emotions flooding through our shared existence.

The cloak recounted it's history as we fell towards the Earth, unwillingly.

The memories of the cloak began from when it first became sentient, but not knowing who it's creator was.

The cloak's creation was a result of masterpiece sorcery, spun from the finest fibers of the Multiverse, as commended by Enitharmon the Weaver.

From Enitharmon, the cloak came to be in the possession of the Ancient One, who attended to the duty of guarding it, before it chose Doctor Strange as it's bearer.

It granted the bearer the ability of flight, and it's sentient nature made it autonomous - able to act on its own accord.

The cloak had accumulated a lot of mystical knowledge over the years, and it revealed this to me in the amalgamation.

The cloak's bond with its wearer was not a casual one; it was a profound connection forged through it's ancient oath, making it the most loyal companion.

It responded to their intentions, becoming an extension of their will - a sentinel to them too.

I could perceive the cloak's character. It possessed a unique personality, a mixture of steadfast loyalty, a hint of mischievousness, and a strong sense of duty.

The cloak also shared the memories we had had together in our time in DC.

But beyond all this, the cloak revealed to me it's untapped potential, and the real reason it was traveling towards the OmniSight Aegis at a supersonic speed.

It's core goal was to be a sentinel - a guard to it's bearer. But it's weaver had added a touch that was more than the ability to fly. Countless other upgrades had also come to the ancient cloak in it's time.

It's magic was imbued into it's threads, and that enabled it to fly. But the cloak could do more than that, provided that it could channel more energy.

It had other magical abilities, and I became aware of this fact, and, in the nick of time as we were gliding further away to the outskirts of New York.

If I had eyes, I could have opened them abruptly and sharply, just to show the resolution that had come to mind.

I could feel magic in my threads, which meant that whatever that was stopping me from flying wasn't really anti-magic. And it wasn't natural either.

If I could just juice up the magic in the cloak, I could probably overcome whatever it was. I knew the perfect source of magic for my newly acquired body. Me - the Will of Prime.

So long as I was in a body, my power was beyond that of the normal sorcerer, which meant that I could overcome anything.

I let the wind glide me once more as I focused on amplify the energy in my threads. My visualization was to simply shoot up to the sky and reach the OmniSight Aegis, reacquiring the power of flight.

From there, I would use the powers of the cloak to stop whatever was causing this magic dampening before returning to Doctor Strange.

Without a moment of hesitation, the threads of my tunic surged with magical energy and I effectively broke the EMP barrier surrounding me, shooting towards the sky once more.

(Doctor Strange)

Back on the solid ground, Doctor Strange was still trying to unblock his chakra and return his ability to do magic.

He had been failing severally, and despair was beginning to set in on him. Strangely, it felt weird to be in control of his body, without the Will of Prime constantly making the most ridiculous decision he had ever come across.

The Ultimate Spell? Who would do something like that to sabotage themselves.

A Magic Barrier? As if the world hadn't seen enough backfires from sorcery.

Why couldn't he just be simple minded and just follow on his quest to become the Prime Sorcerer by mastering the scrolls.

He had all this knowledge of different multiverses, yet he didn't know how to keep his story straight. He just went on to waste time.

Sadly, he didn't know that he had limited time, before... Before death came for him. This was a mistake, and the only way he could save both himself and the body of Strange was if he realized his destiny as soon as possible!

But how would he react if Doctor Strange had let him in on all the memories of what being Prime meant. Would he flip and go head on with death, or would he scare away and run for his life?

Doctor Strange was still unsure if it would be right to tell Razake the consequences of him existing in a different multiverse. The will of Prime was the only thing keeping him alive.

Speaking of... if Doctor Strange didn't figure out how to unblock his chakra, his body would drop dead, before burning into ashes. His soul, on the other hand...

He had already spout some blood from his mouth and his nose. But he wasn't ready to give up yet.

"It all works out in the end. If it hasn't, it's not the end yet." He said to himself, rephrasing something he had gotten from the memories of Razake. (A quote from Rick & Morty).

Just as he was about to try again, he had a premonition that there was something beside him, and he opened his eyes to see a portal forming.

"Hello, Strange." He heard a voice speak to him.