The Ancient One did not immediately answer Lucian's sudden proposal.
She held her teacup, her gaze passing through the portal's dancing golden sparks to settle on Wanda opposite her. Those tranquil eyes were like a deep pool as she looked Wanda over from head to toe.
On the other side of the portal, Wanda squirmed under her scrutiny.
She had just withdrawn the scarlet light in her hands, and her fingers instinctively clenched the hem of her hoodie. Faced with the bald woman's appraising gaze, Wanda instinctively felt a hint of pressure. But with Lucian standing beside her, she suppressed the urge to shrink back and straightened her back.
A few seconds later, the Ancient One withdrew her gaze and calmly shook her head.
"No."
The Ancient One's tone was even, leaving no room for negotiation. "Her future does not lie in the mystic arts."
At those words, Wanda's face fell on the other side of the portal.
The light that had filled her eyes instantly dimmed, and her lips pressed tightly together. Wanda lowered her head in disappointment, her fingers twisting the corner of her clothing.
It was not that she had much interest in this so-called magic. She had simply heard that Lucian would be staying in these snowy mountains to study and thought that, if she could stay too, she could at least be in the same place as her boss.
Now that she had been rejected to her face, a sense of loss at being shut out surged through her.
Standing beside her, Lucian understood perfectly.
The Ancient One was not wrong. The power inside Wanda was Chaos Magic, which essentially altered the probabilities of reality. Kamar-Taj's mystic arts, on the other hand, followed a rather loosely defined system of borrowing, using mental power to communicate