Chapter 310

Kamar-Taj – Sunset.

Amid the golden hues of dusk, Mordo and the Ancient One exchanged serious glances as Stephen Strange's consciousness hurtled through dimensions at incomprehensible speeds.

"His body won't hold up if this continues!" Mordo warned, visibly concerned.

The Ancient One, however, remained unperturbed. "He's fine."

In the whirlwind of interdimensional travel, Strange found himself immersed in an ever-changing kaleidoscope of vibrant lights and surreal landscapes.

"You think you know the rules of reality," the Ancient One's voice echoed, her tone calm yet haunting. "You think the material universe is all there is…"

"Do you understand truth?"

"What lies beyond your comprehension, beyond the veil of the known universe?"

Her words reverberated as Strange's body twisted through the impossible. The boundaries of his understanding were stretched thin as he glimpsed worlds filled with unthinkable beauty and realms consumed by chaos.

"This universe is but one of countless others," the Ancient One's voice continued.

Strange tumbled through an obsidian void, where crystalline structures radiated with an otherworldly glow.

"Some are filled with life and hope," she explained. "Others, consumed by darkness and destruction, their shadows hungering for opportunity."

In one harrowing instant, Strange came face-to-face with Dormammu, the malevolent ruler of the Dark Dimension, a towering entity composed of pure, writhing energy.

"No… this isn't real!" Strange cried out, his voice a mere whisper against the deafening silence of the void.

Abruptly, he was propelled through galaxies, stars flashing past him in streaks of light until he found himself floating in a tranquil, cosmic expanse.

"In the vast multiverse, who are you, Dr. Strange?"

Crash!

Strange's spirit snapped back into his physical body, and he tumbled unceremoniously to the floor of the sanctum.

Panting, disoriented, and visibly shaken, he looked up at the Ancient One.

"Have you ever seen that in a gift shop?" she asked with a faint smirk.

Strange remained on the ground, struggling to process what he had just witnessed. His worldview, his belief in science, and his understanding of reality—all shattered in moments.

"What… what was that?" Strange stammered, his voice trembling.

The Ancient One smiled, sensing the cracks in his skepticism.

Finally, Strange spoke, his voice filled with desperation. "Teach me. Please… teach me!"

But instead of the acceptance he had expected, the Ancient One's reply was curt and absolute.

"No."

And with that, he was escorted out of Kamar-Taj.

Outside the Gates of Kamar-Taj – Hours Later.

"Please! Don't shut me out!" Strange shouted, pounding on the heavy wooden doors. "I have nowhere else to go!"

As dusk turned to night, he slumped against the cold stone steps, his hope dwindling with each passing moment.

Inside Kamar-Taj.

"You think I shouldn't have turned him away?" the Ancient One asked, gazing calmly at Mordo.

Mordo chuckled. "It's been five hours, and he's still outside. He's persistent."

The Ancient One's expression softened briefly, though her tone remained wary. "Stubbornness, arrogance, ambition… I've seen these traits before."

Mordo's brow furrowed. "You mean Kaecilius?"

The Ancient One remained silent for a moment, her gaze distant. Kaecilius had once been a trusted disciple, but she had seen a future in which darkness consumed him.

Now, the future felt more uncertain than ever.

Kaecilius had not yet fallen to Dormammu's influence, and though his allegiances were suspect, the Ancient One had chosen to monitor him rather than act prematurely.

Still, not all disciples had resisted the call of the Dark Dimension. In their stead, new adherents to darkness had risen—inevitabilities of the multiverse's shifting balance.

Mordo broke the silence. "The missing pages from the forbidden texts—they contain dangerous knowledge. If someone deciphers them…"

"They could destroy us all," Mordo said gravely.

The Ancient One nodded but remained silent.

Outside Kamar-Taj.

Unbeknownst to Strange, a group of robed figures watched him from the shadows.

"Kaecilius," whispered one of the disciples, "why don't we approach him now? He's desperate. Vulnerable."

Kaecilius smiled, a glint of cunning in his eyes. "Patience. Desperation must fully take root. Only then will he truly appreciate the gift we offer."

His disciples nodded in unison, their expressions admiring.

Kaecilius stepped forward, his voice smooth and assured. "It is through suffering that he will find faith in our master. Only in his lowest moment will he see the light of our Father and Savior."

The disciples murmured in agreement, their reverence palpable.

Kaecilius turned, his eyes fixed on Strange. "Come," he said, leading the way. "It's time we introduced him to true power."

(End of Chapter)

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