After leaving Kamar-Taj and dealing with Mephisto, Sean had never taken the initiative to contact the Sorcerer Supreme again. They had reached an unspoken understanding.
The Ancient One and the Sanctum Sorcerers turned a blind eye to his existence, while Sean served as an unpredictable variable for the future, creating more possibilities. Both sides maintained a delicate balance, preserving a strange relationship of mutual cooperation and mutual vigilance.
"Long time no see, great Sorcerer Supreme."
Sean's brow relaxed. He had once guessed that the Ancient One would come looking for him again—perhaps when he dealt with S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra, or perhaps when Thanos descended.
Yet surprisingly, the Sorcerer Supreme had not appeared before him until now. Could it be that the detached Ancient One, who paid no heed to worldly affairs, had also taken an interest in Wakanda's vibranium mines?
Sean glanced at her. She still wore a spotless snow-white robe, her bald head gleamed brightly, and that androgynous face looked exactly as it had when they first met, as though time had frozen upon her.
"You often make me wonder whether my choice back then was the right one, Sean Sipes."
The Ancient One spoke slowly. She wore the Eye of Agamotto, Kamar-Taj's supreme artifact. Clearly, she had come prepared.
"I have never crossed the line." Sean sat in a chair in the central control room and answered seriously.
The Sanctum Sorcerers had always been the defenders of the material world and guardians of the river of time. Under the leadership of the previous Sorcerer Supreme, Agamotto, they upheld the principles of eliminating aberrations and resisting darkness.
Compared with her teacher, who hated evil with a vengeance, the Ancient One was far more tolerant. When she first discovered Sean's existence, she fought him briefly, then decided that the cost