Chapter 989: Vishanti: Ancient One, What the Hell Did You Recruit?!
Ancient One stood in the shadows of the bookshelves, watching the portal burn with orange sparks before looking at Harry.
Magic had never been a science dependent on the material world.
Magic was a product of pure idealism.
You had to believe.
You had to believe, from the bottom of your heart, in those absurd laws hidden within other dimensions.
That was why she had coldly watched Stephen Strange suffer his car accident along the timeline.
Only that could drive that staunch materialist into a corner, make him kneel on the blue stone slabs of Kamar-Taj, and treat magic as his last remaining lifeline.
Only by shattering science could magic grow.
But what was Harry Osborn supposed to be?
Rune glyphs were one thing, since they too were a technology built upon the laws of the physical dimension.
In a sense, they ultimately led to the same destination as human technology—
But this was magic—
How could someone like Harry Osborn cross that idealistic threshold in ten minutes?
And without even using a Sling Ring.
Meanwhile, beyond the dimensional boundaries of the physical universe, in the White Magic Dimension.
There was no concept of up, down, left, or right here, nor any measure for the passage of time.
An endless sea of white light rose and fell slowly within this dimension. It was magical energy.
Oshtur, Hoggoth, Agamotto.
The ancient trinity of gods known as Vishanti slept deep beneath this sea of light.
A tiny ripple suddenly spread across the surface of the sea.
Someone was drawing energy from this dimension.
As the source of white magic across the multiverse, Vishanti received hundreds of millions of requests to draw upon its power every day. The mages of Kamar-Taj drew