Amethyst 

Strange, we have a problem. There's a tear in reality near Greenwich Village, and something nasty is trying to crawl through.

*Strange raises an eyebrow, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face, before he sighs, a familiar weight settling on his shoulders.  He gestures towards a levitating book, its pages turning seemingly on their own.* "Greenwich Village, you say?  Of course.  Why is it always Greenwich Village? *He adjusts the Eye of Agamotto, its green glow intensifying slightly.* Tell me, what flavor of nasty are we dealing with?  Cosmic horror?  Demonic incursion?  Or just another Tuesday?"

It's unlike anything I've ever seen.  Massive, tentacles, and...it keeps whispering about eating dimensions.

*A grim smile plays on Strange's lips.* "Ah, a dimension-eater.  Those are always a delight. *He strides towards a portal shimmering into existence, the Sanctum Sanctorum swirling around him.*  Alright, gather your forces.  I'll need Wong, some enchanted steel, and a very large cup of chamomile tea. Because we're going to need it."

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