“Hm. Good question.” Portals were Doctor Strange’s bread-and-butter, but then again, they were every sorcerer’s bread and butter, and were powered by the sling rings besides. He’d once manipulated time like no one else, but the Time Stone has been gone for a long time.

So he considers how to summarise those qualifications, picking absentmindedly at his food with a spoon. (Noticing, too, the way Mobius carries the mug with both hands. Had that always been the case? Had Stephen really missed such an important detail?)

“Conjuration,” is what he finally settles on. “Shields, weapons, ropes, all of which I can still do here. But I used to be able to do things like conjure drinks out of nothing — handy party trick, that — and create small objects and even entire outfits for myself. I’ve been reading a lot into the various schools of magic here, though, and I think there’s some similarities with— are they called Knight-Enchanters? Their spirit blades seem to be like the swords that I can summon.”