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The mirror dimension shimmered around Omega, its ethereal beauty distorted by fractured reality. The Ancient One's constructs loomed in the distance, gleaming with an otherworldly energy that pulsed with life. This was no ordinary training session. Here, time and space twisted in ways unimaginable, pushing his powers, skills, and endurance to the limit. Omega floated in the void, his body poised for the imminent clash.

He clenched his fists, the familiar buzz of psionic energy crackling beneath his skin. "Power without control is chaos. Control without purpose is hollow." 

It was a mantra he repeated countless times over the years. The constructs moved as if they sensed his thoughts. Towering figures made of shimmering light and solid stone lunged at him, their movements fluid yet purposeful, designed to test every aspect of his abilities. One construct, sharp as a jagged mountain, charged first. Omega's mind acted faster than his body, unleashing a telekinetic surge. A wave of invisible force, tinted with his green psionics, pulsed outward, bending the air and space around him. He thrust his arm forward, emerald psionics crackling around his hand like an aura of raw power. The construct froze mid-lunge, its form outlined by the glowing green energy. With a flick of his wrist, the psionics enveloped the construct, hurling it into the others. 

The impact sent dust and shimmering light scattering through the air, but the constructs only slowed, their forms flickering before reforming—more relentless than before. Electricity crackled through the air, energy building in his palms. He released it in a sharp, violent surge—a bolt of lightning that arced through the space, striking one of the figures square in the chest. It shattered into dust, but another was already advancing from behind, its arm morphing into a blade. Omega spun, barely avoiding the strike. The blade grazed his side, slicing through his shirt and skin. 

Pain shot through him, sharp and immediate, but he had no time to dwell on it. His regeneration kicked in, the wound already beginning to close before blood could spill. A growl of frustration escaped his lips. Too slow. He needed to be faster. 

Without hesitation, he shot into the air, flying higher, faster. His telekinesis propelled him as if gravity was nothing more than an afterthought. The constructs followed, relentless, but Omega was ready. He thrust his hands out, forming complex mandalas in midair. The symbols glowed bright green, humming with power as the spells took form. 

"Let's see how you handle this," he muttered under his breath. 

With a thought, he unleashed the spells. A fiery storm of psionic energy and sorcery swirled around the constructs, encasing them in a maelstrom of force. His hands moved in intricate patterns, weaving the energy into tangible weapons—a spear of pure psionic force in one hand, a shield of shimmering energy in the other. 

He lunged forward, thrusting the spear into the nearest construct. The impact resonated, the spear piercing through its core. Omega didn't stop, spinning in the air with fluid grace as the shield absorbed an incoming strike from another construct. The feedback of energy jolted through him, but he used it, redirecting the absorbed energy into an explosive blast that sent his enemies tumbling backward. 

His body moved without thought now, his mind in perfect harmony with his powers. Every step, every strike was precise, and calculated. The constructs continued their assault, but he was a whirlwind of energy and skill. Bolts of lightning shot from his fingertips, his telekinesis tore through the air, flinging debris and enemies alike, and his sorcery bound the chaos into controlled, destructive force. 

A construct managed to get close again, this time slicing across his arm. Pain again, but Omega didn't falter. He gritted his teeth as the wound began to heal instantly, the familiar sensation of his regeneration kicking in. He barely felt it now—the pain, the healing—both had become second nature. In this realm, pain was just another tool, another crucible for his power.He soared higher, creating distance. The constructs regrouped below, but he wasn't going to let them come close again. Hovering midair, he focused, drawing in energy from the dimension itself. His eyes glowed with a fierce intensity as he absorbed the ambient power, charging himself like a living conduit. 

With a roar, he unleashed everything. Energy rippled from his body in a shockwave, the pulse of force flattening the constructs below, disintegrating them into nothing but particles. His hands blazed with power as he sent out a final, devastating blast that rippled through the entire mirror dimension, the energy folding in on itself, cracking the constructs into oblivion.The silence that followed was deafening. 

Omega landed softly, his breathing steady despite the intensity of the fight. He looked down at his arms, flexing his fingers. The cuts, bruises, and burns were already fading, the flesh knitting back together as if nothing had happened. 

A slow clap echoed through the air, and Omega turned to see the Ancient One standing at the edge of the battleground. Her expression was calm, though a trace of a smile lingered at the corners of her lips. 

"You are doing good," she said, her voice warm yet carrying the weight of centuries. "Your control has grown significantly." 

Omega bowed his head slightly, though he couldn't help but feel a rush of pride. Coming from her, it meant something. 

The Ancient One approached her steps light on the shimmering surface of the mirror dimension. She stopped in front of him, her eyes studying him closely. "It's been nearly two years now since we began this journey," she said softly. "At least, two years outside this realm. But here... how long has it been for you?"

Omega's gaze flickered. How long had it been? Time flowed differently here, stretched and twisted. He had lost count after the first few months. Days became weeks, weeks became years. The constant training, and the endless battles, all blurred together in this timeless space. Here, in the mirror dimension, he had spent what felt like an eternity, honing his powers, learning control. 

"It's been... years," he replied finally, his voice carrying a distant edge. 

The Ancient One nodded. "And your progress shows. You've not only mastered what I have taught you but also embraced it. Sorcery, martial arts, the deeper understanding of your powers—it's all become as natural to you as breathing." 

She wasn't wrong. The Omega who first stepped into this realm was reckless, a raw, unstable force barely in control of the immense power he wielded. But here, over these countless years, he had sharpened himself into something more. He had learned to control the chaos within him, to bend his abilities to his will, not the other way around. 

The Ancient One had taught him everything. Sorcery, not just as a tool, but as an extension of his mind and body. Martial arts, blended with his telekinetic prowess to make his physical movements as deadly as his psychic ones. Meditation techniques to center his mind, to calm the storms inside. And magic theory, deep and intricate, gave him a deeper understanding of the forces he wielded. 

But it wasn't just learning—it was survival. In this place, the mirror dimension, every lesson was a test. Every fight was a crucible. He had faced constructs, illusions, and even fragments of himself. He had bled, been broken, and healed countless times. And through it all, he had grown."I came here to gain control," Omega said quietly, his voice steady. "And I won't leave until I have it." 

The Ancient One smiled, her gaze warm yet knowing. "Control isn't something you gain once and keep forever. It's a constant practice. But you are on the right path." 

Omega nodded. The mirror dimension had become his refuge, his battleground, his forge. Here, he could push himself to the very limits without fear of losing control. Here, he had faced his worst nightmares and come out stronger. 

As the Ancient One stepped back, her hand raised, the air shimmered with an unsettling ripple. "But remember," she said softly, her voice calm but edged with warning, "the real world is not as forgiving as this one. You won't always have the luxury of time. Or a safety net." 

With that, she summoned more constructs, stronger and faster than before. They materialized from the shimmering ether of the mirror dimension, their forms larger, denser, and radiating with power. Omega's eyes narrowed, but his stance remained firm. The battle wasn't over, and the challenge had just intensified. 

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The Ancient One watched as Omega launched himself into the fray once more, his movements sharper, his control of his powers more fluid than ever. The boy was growing stronger, more confident in his abilities. Psionic weapons formed in his hands—a glowing blade in one, a shield of energy in the other—as he met the constructs head-on. The clash was brutal, the mirror dimension bending and warping under the intensity of the fight. Omega fought with purpose, his strikes precise, his mind focused.

But the Ancient One couldn't shake the unease growing within her. Beneath Omega's skill, beneath his newfound control, she could feel the faintest tremor of something much darker—the Void. The seal that had kept its influence at bay for so long was beginning to crack. The Void wasn't content to remain dormant any longer. It was stirring, testing its boundaries, seeking to reunite with Omega. And this time, it wouldn't be passive. It would fight back.

She sighed quietly, her eyes narrowing as she observed his movements. Omega had exceeded her expectations, mastering sorcery with an almost unnatural ease. He had taken to it like a fish to water, learning faster than anyone she had ever trained. The spells came to him naturally, as if they were already part of his being, waiting to be unlocked. His prowess had grown, but so had the risk. If the Void broke free, no seal could hold it again, not with the strength Omega had now.

There was a benefit, though, to nurturing him. Omega had the potential to become something extraordinary, perhaps even the next Sorcerer Supreme. He had been trained directly by her, honed in the mirror dimension where time moved differently, allowing him to develop in ways that no other disciple had. But deep down, she knew that choice wouldn't be hers to make. Fate had already woven a different thread—a thread tied to a man named Stephen Strange. The future Sorcerer Supreme had his path, one that would soon collide with hers. But Omega... Omega had his destiny to face.

The battle raged on, and Omega's movements became more fluid, more powerful. He combined his psionics with sorcery, weaving complex mandalas in midair while hurling telekinetic blasts that sent constructs scattering. He flew, dodging strikes with ease, and formed intricate energy constructs—a spear, a shield, blades of pure force—to cut through the constructs like they were nothing more than paper.

The Ancient One smiled, though her mind was weighed with concern. The boy was gaining control, but the danger of losing it still lingered beneath the surface.

After several minutes of intense combat, Omega unleashed a final, devastating blast that disintegrated the last of the constructs into dust. He landed softly, his breathing steady, his body glowing with residual energy. The mirror dimension quieted, the battlefield fading into the familiar shimmering void.

The Ancient One stepped forward, her expression thoughtful. "You've done well," she said, her voice soft but filled with meaning. "Your control has improved greatly. But remember, true mastery isn't just about control here. It's about holding onto it out there, where the stakes are real."

Omega nodded, though he could sense there was something more she wasn't saying. But for now, the battle was done, and the mirror dimension began to dissolve around them.

With a wave of her hand, the Ancient One returned them to the real world. The stillness of Kamar-Taj greeted them, the familiar halls and soft lighting a stark contrast to the warped, chaotic dimension they had just left. Omega breathed in the air deeply, feeling the weight of the real world settle back on him.

"I'll leave you to reflect," the Ancient One said, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer before she turned and disappeared into the shadows of the temple.

Omega exhaled slowly, his muscles relaxing as the tension of the fight ebbed away. He made his way through the halls of Kamar-Taj, the sounds of other disciples training in the distance a comforting reminder of where he was. He had been here for years now, though outside, barely two had passed. The mirror dimension, with its warped sense of time, had allowed him to spend what felt like decades mastering his abilities. It was the only place where he could truly push himself without risking losing control of the powers inside him.

Omega walked into his quarters, the weight of exhaustion settling in, but he pushed it aside. The fight had invigorated him. He stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over his skin, washing away the remnants of the battle. He had been in the mirror dimension for so long that the real world felt almost foreign at times. Yet, the progress he had made—both in his powers and in himself—was undeniable.

Over time, his once-fractured identity had begun to stabilize. He had built bonds here, learned from the best, and for the first time, he felt like he was truly in control.

After his shower, he dressed in the robes of Kamar-Taj and made his way to the training courtyard. The other disciples were gathered, practicing their spells and martial arts. When Omega appeared, their attention shifted. There was a respect in their eyes, one that hadn't been there when he first arrived. At first, he had kept to himself, withdrawn, distant. His powers, his past, the overwhelming presence of the Void had made him cold, and isolated. But the others had torn down those walls bit by bit, pulling him into their circle, and teaching him what it meant to belong somewhere.

As Omega approached, several of them greeted him with nods and smiles. They had seen him train with the Ancient One, seen his rapid progress, and they admired him for it. He had learned faster than any of them, mastering spells and techniques in months that took others years. He was an enigma to them, but also someone they looked up to.

All except for one—Mordo

Omega could feel Mordo's gaze from across the courtyard, sharp and filled with disdain. The man had never liked him. From the moment he arrived, Mordo had looked at Omega as an outsider, someone unworthy of the attention he was receiving from the Ancient One. Omega could feel Mordo's resentment, the hatred radiating off him like waves crashing against the shore. It was palpable, and it had only grown over time.

But Omega paid it no mind. He had no use for Mordo's approval. The other disciples had accepted him, even befriended him, and that was enough. He exchanged a few words with them, joining in their laughter, and feeling the warmth of their camaraderie. His social skills had improved, bit by bit. Where once he had avoided them, now he felt at ease among them. It was a strange feeling, to be part of something bigger than himself, but it was one he was slowly getting used to.

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