Pink roses begin to bloom at various points along the vines, the petals faintly glowing and shimmering like crystal. The growth has slowed from its initial surge, but more vines are still coming, to seemingly no end. Steven hovers in the air above, his wings outstretched, furious and hurting.

"You don't get to tell me what to do," Steven says, the vines around Strange's legs digging in more deeply to get in extra thorn. "I'm not helpless like I was before. You don't get to use me ever again."

Metal groans as the foundation of the building itself is ripped apart, disrupting the stability of the building. Apparently, this is what Strange brings out in people.