Future

"Get up." Ian opened his eyes. "You must be Mordo. The Ancient One has mentioned you to me."

"Likewise."

"Oh? What did she say about me?"

"She claimed she had discovered a naturally gifted genius in the Mystic Arts."

"Sounds like you don't quite believe her," Ian said as he rose from the small bed.

"Your abilities have yet to be understood and tested," Mordo explained calmly. "Change into a proper uniform. I'll wait outside."

I almost forgot how rigid this man's ideals and thinking are. As Ian thought this, the magical robe on his body transformed into Kamar-Taj's gray uniform.

Mordo was the sort of person who could never get along with someone like Ian, who constantly broke the rules to push beyond their limits. Ian walked outside, racking his brain for a way to ensure a good relationship with these people.

"That was fast?"

"I didn't want to be late."

"At least you seem disciplined. That's good." Mordo nodded and led him before a group of students dressed in ugly clothes. Then, Mordo began speaking to the young mages.

"You must go beyond your ordinary senses, feel the energy coming from those dimensions, and harness it for your own use. You must..." He went on explaining for thirty minutes, leaving some students wondering why he was repeating the same old speech again. Finally, Mordo ended the lecture with several demonstrations.

Interesting, Ian thought. They alter the frequencies of their brains and souls, causing them to resonate perfectly with the dimensional seas around them, thereby drawing energy from them. Their meditation techniques are truly ingenious, and perfectly suited to humans.

Ian closed his eyes and tried following Mordo's method. He found himself in a sea of multicolored light, with radiance surging in every direction.

Those must be the dimensions,