"The power of darkness is growing day by day, and many among us have fallen, unable to resist its temptation," Master Mordo said, worry etched on his face.
As someone who holds the ideals of absolute justice, Mordo is devoted to the light, intolerant of any form of darkness. He reveres those who have protected the world and fought against evil for over two thousand years, most of all the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One. To him, she is a beacon of hope and a source of faith. He dreams of one day fighting against evil as she does. But the rising strength of dark forces deeply unsettles him.
The Ancient One, however, remained calm, her voice carrying a comforting power that seemed to soothe Mordo's troubled heart. "We cannot ensure that everyone's heart will be filled with light, Master Mordo. Darkness encroaches upon the light, and light drives away the darkness. They oppose one another, yet they are also inherently intertwined."
She paused thoughtfully. "So it is with human nature. What we can do is destroy the darkness where it emerges."
Ancient One's words resonated with Mordo as he took them to heart, and his anxious thoughts slowly subsided.
But then, remembering Wong's words, Mordo asked with curiosity, "Sorcerer Supreme, I heard from Master Wong that a very talented young mage recently arrived at Kamar-Taj?"
"Yes," Ancient One replied, pausing before adding softly, "She is indeed exceptional—very special. One day, she will become the next Sorcerer Supreme."
Her confidence took Mordo by surprise. Though he was not a jealous person and trusted the Ancient One's wisdom, he couldn't help feeling some lingering doubts. In his mind, the role of Sorcerer Supreme was nearly unattainable—even for himself. To him, the Ancient One was simply unmatched.
"Is there anything I can do to help her?" Mordo asked after a moment of hesitation.
The Ancient One seemed to recall something and said, "Perhaps you could assist her in mastering the fundamental principles of magic. Her progress has been remarkably swift, yet there is still much she has yet to understand."
"Sorcerer Supreme," Mordo began, pausing as if unsure. He meant to ask why not teach her yourself?
The Ancient One noticed Mordo's thoughts and gently shook her head. "Dark forces are stirring, and I must be prepared to face them at any moment." The unspoken implication was clear: Dormammu needs to be kept in check, and I must be ready for battle at any time. I simply don't have the time.
"Yes, Sorcerer Supreme," Mordo replied, nodding. With that, he turned to find the young mage who the Ancient One had personally recognized as the future Sorcerer Supreme.
As he opened a portal to the Mirror Dimension and stepped through, he immediately froze in astonishment.
What he saw was unbelievable.
The entire Mirror Dimension was undergoing a monumental transformation. Kamar-Taj's once-classical, spacious buildings were twisting and shifting, as though reshaped by a vast and mysterious power. At times, structures morphed into a massive wooden dragon; at other times, they rearranged themselves into the form of a Rubik's Cube. Even the mountains around him rumbled and shifted, as if moved by invisible hands.
The ground quaked beneath him, forcing Mordo to conjure a floating platform to keep his balance. He looked up, wide-eyed, to see a young girl in a red sweatshirt hovering in the sky.
She appeared almost godlike, shaping the world around her according to her will—destroying and creating with ease. Within moments, she had transformed the entire Kamar-Taj mirror image into a dreamlike island, surrounded by sparkling blue water. The scene was breathtakingly beautiful, more picturesque than any real island he'd ever seen.
Mordo was speechless, his face a mask of disbelief. How can this be?
Mirror magic itself was an incredibly advanced and powerful art. The user of mirror magic could create a dimension isolated from reality—a world where they wielded full control. Mordo himself could distort structures, change landscapes, and even fold parts of the mirror world. But he could not conjure matter from nothing.
What he was witnessing now, however, defied his fundamental understanding of mirror magic. This young girl had directly reshaped mountains, created oceans, and turned a high-altitude mountainside into an entire island with a sea around it—all seemingly from thin air.
What was even more astonishing was the scale and energy required. Mirror magic, as he knew it, was extremely demanding in terms of magical energy, with clear limits on the size of the world one could create and control. For Mordo, creating and sustaining such an immense landscape was utterly impossible.
Yet here she was, effortlessly changing the nature of the mirror world itself. This display of power not only amazed him but shattered his perception of the limits of magic.
For instance, it was simply impossible for Mordo to create a mirror world on the scale of New York. The magic energy required was beyond what he could summon or sustain. He knew that each time he attempted to draw on such power, he risked criticism and consequences—and even then, he doubted he could handle such a vast energy surge.
Yet the mirror world he was now witnessing seemed endless. Was it a hundred kilometers wide? A thousand? Ten thousand? The sheer magnitude was staggering.
How is she able to draw on so much magical energy? And how can she handle such overwhelming power?
Mordo was stunned, feeling disoriented. At last, he understood why the usually level-headed Wong had looked so shaken and had sighed in defeat. Any sorcerer witnessing this display would likely react just as Wong had—if not worse.
Mordo had never seen anything like this. This level of talent was beyond anything he could have imagined, as if the very Vishanti had descended to personally tutor her.
While Mordo was grappling with the implications of what he was seeing, Wanda noticed him as she shaped her "world." There was no chaotic magic leaking from her form; the energy around her was tightly controlled, a proof of her mastery.
With a casual snap of her fingers, she caught sight of Mordo's awestruck expression and, with a flick of energy, moved him effortlessly to hover above the island she had created.
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