Just as Blaine, Stephen Strange, and the others were discussing the planet being swallowed by Dormammu, there was a sudden loud bang.
Everyone hurriedly looked toward the direction of the sound, and it turned out to have come from behind one of the doors in the dark chamber. Moreover, the firelight leaking through the crack in the door clearly hinted that something was happening there.
Boom, boom, boom, boom…
Several explosions came in succession from behind the door. At this moment, Wang, the dark-skinned sorcerer, and Stephen Strange all realized that something was wrong.
…
In the end, the heavy gate was blown to pieces.
The tremendous impact generated by the explosion directly sent Stephen Strange, Wang, and the dark-skinned sorcerer flying backward. Only Blaine remained. His feet seemed rooted to the ground, and his body was like a mountain as he stood there, unmoving.
Seeing all this, Blaine did not react at all. Although he knew what had happened, his body did not seem willing to be moved by it.
"It happened."
"The London Sanctum has fallen."
"Did Kaecilius and the others do it?"
"I think so."
"They want to summon Dormammu to descend upon Earth."
"The three Sanctums are the last line of defense."
"Okay."
"Go."
No matter what Stephen Strange had been thinking just now, at this moment, the three of them looked at one another and rushed straight through the blasted gate.
On the other hand, Blaine remained unmoved, as if nothing had happened. He patted the dust off his shoulders, turned around, and left the dark chamber.
In the living room of the Kamar-Taj Academy of Mystic Arts, a servant dressed as a maid was making tea and cleaning.
Aside from the servants, the Ancient One was also sitting upright at the front of the room, sipping from a teacup with a serious expression.
"Is there still time to drink tea?"
"The London Sanctum has fallen."
Suddenly, Blaine appeared out of nowhere. He stood in the middle of the living room and spoke to the Ancient One.
"It is still there."
The Ancient One did not seem surprised. She glanced at Blaine, then calmly continued taking another sip.
"You're that confident in your disciples?"
"What if Kaecilius cripples your successor?"
"You don't…"
"Everything has its destiny."
"You and I both know fate should unfold this way."
"Then what is there to fear…?"
It had to be said that the Ancient One, that old hag, really did not worry about Stephen Strange at all. With her calm demeanor, it seemed as though the fall of the London Sanctum had nothing to do with her plans.
"And you,"
"Mr. Hunter,"
"you've been here for quite some time."
"Have you gained anything?"
"Have you found the answer in your heart?"
The Ancient One put down her teacup and smiled slightly, looking at Blaine with a half-smile.
"It's hard to say."
"I'm afraid it can only be confirmed during battle."
In fact, Blaine was being evasive. He had almost already figured out the solution to his own problems.
After reading so many books, Blaine also knew that the idea he had when he first arrived had been truly unrealistic. Problems such as solving the limit on the number of uses, insufficient mental power, and too small a range—
Blaine already had the answer in his heart.
To be honest, it was impossible to completely solve these problems. Not to mention Blaine—even if he forced the Ancient One to answer today, she would not be able to explain everything clearly.
Then there might be another question. Since these problems could not be solved by either Blaine or the Ancient One, why had Blaine still stayed here and honestly looked through so many materials? Wasn't that just a waste of time? Also, since they could not be solved, why had Blaine asked for help? Why had he said he already had the answer in his heart and had a way to deal with it?
First of all, in fact, Blaine had already reached a conclusion on the third day after arriving at Kamar-Taj. As for why he had continued staying here, it was because Blaine wanted to understand what was going on with the white magic recorded in The Book of Cagliostro, and what was going on with time magic.
Most importantly, the Ancient One had previously told Blaine that his magical foundation was not solid. Powerful magic required the support of basic magic in order to be understood more thoroughly.
Therefore, a genius like Blaine became immersed in the Ancient One's library and could not extricate himself. Apart from looking for opportunities to read The Book of Cagliostro, he was also consolidating and deepening his understanding of basic magic. Of course, watching others practice outside during the day was also one method of training.
Second, this was why Blaine had said he already had the answer in his heart.
In fact, Blaine really needed to thank one person. This person was not the Ancient One, nor Stephen Strange, but that dark-skinned sorcerer.
Why him? This had begun with the sparring match between Stephen Strange and the dark-skinned sorcerer a few days ago. Because Stephen Strange had only recently arrived at Kamar-Taj, there were many things he had never touched before—not only magic, but many other matters as well. So, naturally, Stephen Strange had many questions. And during their sparring, the dark-skinned sorcerer had answered many of Stephen Strange's doubts.
That day, after studying hard all night, Blaine had also been drinking tea in the living room, watching Stephen Strange and the dark-skinned sorcerer sparring outside.
At that moment, the dark-skinned sorcerer had said something. It was a sentence spoken unintentionally, but it was precisely this sentence that Blaine remembered firmly.
The dark-skinned sorcerer said that some magic was too powerful to maintain, so they could only infuse it into objects and let those objects bear the burden they themselves could not bear.
Powerful magic. Magical artifacts. This was the method Blaine had found, the way to solve his problem.
Although Blaine still could not flexibly use the other universe-level magic he possessed like the Ancient One or Gali, without restrictions, he could use other methods to achieve his goal. And this method was to use magical tools.
When Stephen Strange was sparring, the dark-skinned sorcerer had also said that when he was ready, his magical artifact would come to him on its own. Stephen Strange had then asked, "Where is my magical artifact? I feel like I'm ready." At that time, the dark-skinned sorcerer had replied that it was not whether Strange felt ready, but whether it—the magical artifact—felt he was ready. Only then would he truly be ready.
So, Blaine was thinking at this time: what prepared or unprepared? What a mess. In any case, he was not a professional sorcerer, so why couldn't Blaine simply create a magical artifact of his own?
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