As Lambert feels the stone begin to give way underfoot under the force of the water and he feels the balance under him shift, he makes the decision quickly.

“It won’t hold — time to go.” He grasps Strange’s arm before the magician can register protest, then in a surge of light — something that floods him with a sense of brief joy and warmth —and teleports them to higher ground, with the rest of the Carnival already there.

It turns out to be a pretty good view for what’s next. Lambert winces as the electricity crackles through, glad he’s not there, only to stare up at the dragon.

“Is that who I think it is?” he mutters.