In the grand hall of Kamar-Taj, Sean sat cross-legged with the Ancient One, posing questions about the obscure knowledge he had encountered in ancient texts...
Surprisingly, he rarely brought up difficulties regarding magic or the soul.
Those lengthy, abstruse incantations and countless intricate spell formations seed to present no challenge whatsoever to this young man. He could comprehend them at a glance and imdiately put them into practice.
This terrifying level of innate talent left Mordo, who had been secretly observing, questioning his own life choices.
Even Kaecilius, the most outstanding student Kamar-Taj had seen in a century (the one who had betrayed the Ancient One) was never capable of such feats. It was as if the world had never seen soone who could learn spells after a single glance.
"Mordo doubts your progress. He even suspects you might be a vessel for so dark god, demon, or a mysterious sorcerer." The Ancient One smiled faintly, well acquainted with this reaction.
People always struggled to accept things that defied their understanding...
"Actually, he's not wrong. My real na is Gandalf, and I hail from Middle-earth. I love bashing people with my staff." Sean quipped.
The Ancient One chuckled softly. She knew this was just the young man's playful humor. His unfathomable learning speed and innate mastery of magic undoubtedly had another explanation.
"Truthfully, I'm curious as well... how do you do it? I know your soul is powerful, granting you a photographic mory and rapid learning abilities. But magic is different from other disciplines. It was once known as the 'arcane arts'..."
Her eyes glead with curiosity as she continued, "In 'The Arican Heritage Dictionary', the arcane is defined as 'the study of the supernatural...' It can also be understood as the secret knowledge and research of mystical forces... a purely taphysical field, tracing its origins to ancient Egypt, Hebrew traditions, and Greco-Roman civilizations. Broadly, it encompasses four major branches: cosmology, esoteric psychology, divination, and thaumaturgy... countless schools and sects, all too nurous to tally..."
"...This nature ans it doesn't have a systematic accelerated learning thod like other disciplines. Your mind and will can carry you farther and faster in the halls of magic, but it's impossible to reach the pinnacle in one step."
Sean pondered for a mont before carefully responding, "I took inspiration from a friend who studies machinery. If we treat magic as a machine, the energy drawn from dinsions can be seen as the power core. The incantations are the activation switch, and the spell formations shaped by will are the circuit pathways guiding the energy. By breaking down each step and refining the process, I simply follow the procedure."
The Ancient One's eyes flickered with surprise. After a mont of contemplation, she shook her head, "That doesn't make sense. It defies a sorcerer's understanding..."
"...A sorcerer's power cos from the Vishanti. We shatter preconceptions, perceive the world through the soul, sense dinsions and energy, and wield them with our will. Every sorcerer walks a different path into the halls of magic. But how can you quantify steps like the composition of a soul, the fluctuations of its aura, or the speed of thought? These are imasurable."
Sean was montarily stunned. He suddenly rembered that the reason he could do this was entirely due to the system's precise data paraters and Skynet's imnse computational power, which had synthesized a theoretical frawork for him.
"It seems this is another one of your secrets." The Ancient One smiled knowingly before shifting the topic, "Do you truly believe so easily in the existence of these unknown, illusory things?"
Sean nodded. He had no cognitive barriers or rigid worldly beliefs. Was there anything in this world more inconceivable than his own existence?
"You ca to today for another reason." The Ancient One's gaze was piercing, effortlessly reading his intentions.
Sean didn't hide it. After mastering astral projection and soul ditation, his curiosity about the multiverse had grown even stronger. And the Ancient One was the only one who had truly traversed infinite dinsions and countless realms...
"How did you know I've journeyed through dinsions in astral form?" The Ancient One seed surprised.
"I spoke with a man nad Pangborn. He was once paralyzed, but you made him walk again, and even run and jump." Sean replied.
"I didn't heal him. I rely convinced him he could walk like a normal person and overco the barriers in his mind." She shook her head, "His body was intact. I only made him believe that the power of his mind could move his limbs. After all, I'm no doctor. His cells and nerves healed themselves... the key was whether he believed it possible..."
"...Sean, you are not soone who views the world through a narrow lens. You've broken free from the prison of your own mind. That's why you were born to be a sorcerer."
She raised a finger and lightly tapped his forehead.
A powerful force yanked Sean's soul from his body, as if space and ti had flipped. In an instant, he was pulled tens of thousands of ters into the sky. He watched the world shrink into a speck of dust adrift in the vast cosmos.
His soul drifted between illusion and reality, phantasmagoric shadows flickered around him. Space twisted and warped as he plunged into an endless tunnel of light, where gravity and ti lost aning. The boundaries between dinsions blurred and overlapped like billions of tangled threads.
His consciousness had never been so focused. His soul radiated intense light and pulsated with a peculiar vibration, as if it was dissolving and reforming over and over. And then, everything he saw beca more real...
"At the source of reality, the spiritual connects with the material. Thought shapes existence. This world is but one of infinite dinsions…" The Ancient One's voice echoed clearly in his mind.
Sean no longer had a fixed form. His soul was distorted by dinsions, it was stretched and reshaped endlessly. His fingers multiplied infinitely as if countless versions of himself had split apart, each a fragnt of his soul evolving independently.
This state defied description. Sean perceived everything through his soul until...
*CRACK!*
...He shattered an invisible barrier, his soul erupting in a blinding golden light. He broke free from the entanglent of infinite dinsions and observed them from a higher plane of existence.
It was like examining the lines on his palm. He could vividly sense each world... real yet untouchable, like countless sheets of paper stacked together.
Viewed from the side, they were but a thick line. From another angle, they were flat. Only by observing them three-dinsionally could their full nature be grasped.
But as his soul delved deeper, A surge of overwhelming malice suddenly assaulted him.
A terrifying entity, draped over the infinite dinsions, fixed its gaze upon him...
A single glance was enough to send a chill down his spine, which made him extrely alert.
"I… see you."
The voice bood like thunder in the realm of the mind, reverberating endlessly.
Had this been an ordinary soul, it would have shattered instantly.
But before the Ancient One could intervene, a blazing halo of light enveloped Sean's soul.
Countless rings of radiance intertwined and condensed, forming a psychic fla so bright, it was impossible to look at directly...
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