Sean was slightly taken aback. He had not expected the Sorcerer Supreme to make such a request. Then he shrugged helplessly. Occasionally acting as hired muscle was not a bad thing. After all, not everyone could step into Kamar-Taj, glimpse the true face of the multiverse, and seek the deeper mysteries of magic and the soul.
To put it more mercenarily, this was a deal with guaranteed profit and no loss. In any case, he had already made a mortal enemy of Mephisto, so he was not afraid of offending that Hell Lord even further.
Having obtained the Ancient One's permission, Sean did not rush into the library to lose himself in countless ancient tomes and powerful spells. Just as he had said, he did not particularly crave magic. Instead, he placed greater importance on the mysteries of the soul.
The young man was like a tourist, strolling through the vast Kamar-Taj. Sometimes he stopped beneath a towering Mage Tower, and at other times he chatted with some ascetic who had lived in seclusion for years. The gates of magic stood wide open before Sean, yet he was in no hurry at all, choosing instead to wander leisurely outside them.
The Ancient One saw all of this, and a trace of appreciation rose in her eyes. She stood within Kamar-Taj's central hall, a place connected to the Three Sanctums and, in a sense, the central node of the magical world. Her fingers turned a metal wheel, as though she were adjusting a massive planet hanging overhead. It was a powerful line of defense established by the three Sanctums. Beneath it were many monasteries and small organizations such as the Hermetic Order. These ancient sects hidden within modern society were where magic had been passed down.
The enormous celestial body, gleaming