"I understand what you mean, but my magical abilities still aren't a match for his."
"You're selling yourself short." Aaron hung the axe back on the wall and said bluntly, "What the hell is Cassius? He's just trash who sold his soul to Dormammu."
Strange's cheek twitched. Easy for you to say when you're standing there.
Normally, wasn't it only natural for a proper sorcerer like him to lose to a dark sorcerer who had sold his soul?
"Don't be unconvinced. As long as you can swallow your pride, you'll definitely become stronger than him."
"What do you mean?"
Aaron sighed softly and said meaningfully, "The gap between you and that old deadbeat isn't just a little one!
You'll understand eventually. If you could properly use the magic power you borrowed, you wouldn't be losing even to Cassius."
"Besides, you should listen to the Cloak of Magic's advice."
The red cloak smacked Strange across the face, then extended one corner and pointed behind him.
Strange turned around and saw a bizarre set of Mechanical Lock Armor hanging against the wall.
"What's that? A lock?"
"How would I know?" Aaron spread his hands as if it were obvious. "But it definitely knows more about the artifacts in this Sanctum than you do.
At the very least, that lock armor isn't inferior to this axe. Or rather, compared to this axe, you need that lock armor more."
Strange nodded as though he understood, then walked to the wall to take down the Mechanical Lock Armor.
Cassius stepped forward to stop him, only to be swept off his feet by the Cloak of Magic.
Strange immediately picked up the Mechanical Lock Armor and threw it at him. It automatically extended in midair, wrapped around Cassius, and restrained his limbs and mouth.
Then it