Sean stepped into the teleportation circle and, in an instant, arrived inside an ancient, elegant building. Sunlight streamed through the lattice windows, broken into mottled shards of light. He could faintly hear bells and drums, interspersed with chanting and conversation, creating a tranquil, peaceful atmosphere that seemed to relax the soul without one even noticing.
Looking out through the window, he could glimpse towering spires. Hermits and sorcerers in robes of various colors frequently came and went. Kamar-Taj, known as the "holy land," lay among the mountains like a small town, home to many practitioners from around the world. Most were lost souls who had suffered setbacks and could find no refuge for their hearts. Others were pitiable people afflicted with terminal illnesses, having lost faith in life. Through all manner of complicated means, they had learned of Kamar-Taj and come here after passing the sorcerers' trials.
Devout believers chose to remain, exploring the mysteries of the soul and self. A few could not endure such austere, uneventful lives and left Kamar-Taj to return to the mundane world. The Sorcerer Supreme never interfered. That great sorceress, who had lived through long ages, understood the world's hidden secrets, and kept alien creatures outside the material world, was forever an observer, calmly and indifferently looking down upon the mortal realm as the rumbling wheels of time rolled onward.
Because the Sorcerer Supreme knew that everything destined to happen would eventually come to pass. Unless a great crisis erupted and the world stood on the brink of destruction, she would only then choose the best answer from countless possible endings.
Sanctum Sorcerers and Superheroes essentially did the same thing. The difference was that the former remained unknown to the public. Their enemies were not evil scientists or lawless supervillains, but alien creatures hidden