"The language of mysticism has existed since the dawn of civilization. Ancient sorcerers called it spells, but if that term conflicts with your modern understanding, you can think of it as a kind of program—a source code that builds reality."
"We draw the powerful energy we need from other dimensions in the multiverse. We speak spells, summon shields, forge weapons, and thus cast magic..."
In Kamar-Taj's vast training ground, sunlight filtered through the ancient dome, dappling the carefully arranged magical formations.
Strange and a group of apprentice sorcerers stood in neat rows on the training ground, listening to Hao Shuai's teachings.
As the Sorcerer Supreme, Hao Shuai always found time to give each new batch of apprentices a lesson on the nature of magic.
It was much like how university presidents often gave new students a lecture on morals and values on the first day of school.
The lesson itself wasn't the point. The important thing was for the apprentices to meet Hao Shuai and understand that he was the one in charge.
When Hao Shuai finished speaking, the apprentices continued learning how to draw on magical energy with their minds, guided by Mordo.
Generally speaking, anyone who could study magic at Kamar-Taj had some talent for it.
So the apprentices quickly grasped the technique and began forming rings of fire.
Except for Strange, who was holding everyone back.
"Shit!" Strange cursed under his breath after failing yet again.
This was already his fifth day at Kamar-Taj.
Over those five days, Strange had gained a basic understanding of magic.
But understanding it was one thing. While the other apprentices could already conjure sparks, he still couldn't produce even the tiniest one.
At first, he wondered if it was because his hands were crippled. But when he saw the old man