The whole misunderstanding came to an end, but Stephen's predicament remained unresolved.
The Ancient One knew where his problem lay. It still came down to his understanding. Stephen could never let go of his old perceptions of the world, and deep down, he had never convinced himself that magic could change it.
It seemed she would have to bring out her ultimate move.
"That's enough for today's lesson. I'd like to speak with Doctor Strange alone."
Relieved, Lin Ze hurried away with Paimon. He needed to return to his room and find Tony. He had seen that signal earlier.
Besides, there was still Wong's autograph to sort out. Wong had looked after him quite a bit lately, after all. Surely he could fulfill such a small request.
"It's my hands."
Stephen spoke with frustration and anger, furious at his own inability.
"It isn't your hands." The Ancient One regarded the seemingly dispirited man gently, trying to guide him. "Cut water with a blade, and it only flows on. You must learn to follow the current and draw upon its strength, as though that power came from within you."
"How can I draw on its strength if I'm already following it? That's contradictory."
Stephen narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow. "This method simply doesn't work."
"Hah." The Ancient One sighed. "Come with me."
She conjured a portal and stepped through first, with Stephen close behind.
Only after Stephen emerged did he discover that the other side of the portal was a bitterly cold, snow-covered mountain, with heavy snow swirling all around.
What caught his eye most, however, were several golden-brown stone pillars nearby. They stood neatly arranged in a circle, with golden ripples constantly spreading outward from their bases.
A small fire burned in the center of the circle, and