"I don't know any Sherlock Holmes, but Stephen Strange is extraordinarily gifted. Perhaps his talent for magic is not equal to yours, but he possesses a foresight ordinary people do not have—a foresight neither you nor I possess," the Sorcerer Supreme said. "I have already arranged his education. In the end, he will become a qualified Sorcerer Supreme."
"Master, have you never told anyone else about your plan?" Salomon asked. "They do not know what a Holy Spirit means, nor do they know what an enormous advancement the materialization of the soul is. But as long as they are human, they will regard physiological activity as life. Once that activity stops, it means death. They will be saddened by your departure."
"That is inevitable. I cannot continue shouldering this burden. This world needs progress, and I am merely one cornerstone of that progress. If my death can make Strange into a qualified Sorcerer Supreme, then I am willing to do it. But you know that the death of the body is different from the death of the soul, don't you?"
When the Venerable One spoke of her own death, there was not the slightest hint of avoidance in her expression. Instead, she sounded as relaxed as if she were discussing what to have for dinner. With the anticipation of a prank about to succeed, she said, "I am looking forward to how happy Strange will be when I appear before him in the future. He certainly will not be angry that I deceived him with death."
"If he knows what a Holy Spirit is by then, the touching scene you are hoping for will not happen," Salomon said helplessly. He had not expected the Venerable One to enjoy joking so much. "Still, I think Strange may not have encountered that