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The next morning.
Stephen Strange was curled up outside the wooden gate of Kamar-Taj, his back stiff and his pride in tatters. He hadn't left. He couldn't. This was his last chance.
If he failed here, he wouldn't just lose surgery. He'd lose everything his identity, dignity, and humanity.
The creaking of the old wooden door stirred him awake.
Mordo stood at the threshold, arms crossed.
"He's willing to see you now."
Strange scrambled to his feet. "Right. Thank you!"
This ti, when he stepped into the sanctum, he didn't look around with judgnt or arrogance. The awe-inspiring mystical space he'd previously dismissed now felt sacred. His posture was low. His tone was humble.
He couldn't afford to lose this opportunity.
"Good morning, Sorcerer Supre," Strange said respectfully.
Nolan looked up from his book. "Don't call that. Repeat it and Mordo might actually hit you."
He smirked. "Co on, let's go et the real Sorcerer Supre."
But beneath that smile, Nolan wasn't focused on Strange. He had just realized sothing sothing critical.
The Hive.
A parasitic species Nolan had once studied one mind split into many bodies. He didn't need to replicate that completely. He just needed to split into two.
Two souls. Two imprints. One for each dinsion.
But he had already failed at the mont of forging his psionic imprint. He had done it as a single soul.
If he wanted to fix that, he needed to go back. Use the Ti Stone to return to that mont and split his being. Two versions of himself. Each simultaneously brands a dinsion.
He glanced down at the Eye of Agamotto. It pulsed faintly.
The path was dangerous. But now, finally, he had an answer.
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Strange followed Nolan through a wide hallway.
They passed students and practitioners deep in study. No computers. No tech. Just scrolls, books, chalk glyphs, and incense burners.
Each sorcerer who passed them stopped what they were doing, placed a hand on their chest, and bowed slightly.
"Master Nolan."
Strange swallowed hard.
This man who looked like a scientist in a robe commanded respect. Not through fear or rank, but through sheer presence.
Finally, Nolan stopped in front of a small wooden hut.
Strange blinked. "…Another shack?"
Nolan knocked.
From behind the door ca a familiar voice wise, cool, feminine.
"What do you want?"
Nolan grinned. "Bringing Strange to you."
There was a beat of silence.
"You're his ntor. Not . I'm retired."
"I want to try sothing."
"You get him to master the portal spell first. Then I'll help."
Nolan chuckled. "Fine."
He turned back toward Strange. "Looks like she's still annoyed at you."
Strange blinked. "Have I… t her before?"
"In a way, yes. You pissed her off. Let's leave it at that."
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Ten days later...
Nolan pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"You are—unbelievable. Ten days, and you still can't open a portal?"
Strange flinched.
"I'm trying—" he muttered.
"You had sparks in your hand yesterday. You lost it again because your hands aren't stable?"
Nolan snapped his fingers. A one-handed sorcerer stepped forward and, using only a gesture with his stump and sheer willpower, conjured a swirling portal with perfect precision.
"Explain," Nolan said, turning to the man.
The sorcerer answered humbly, "The pain helped understand the essence of magic. I learned more by losing than I ever did with hands."
Nolan nodded. "Fair enough."
He turned back to Strange. "You have no excuse."
"I'll keep trying," Strange said, voice low.
"You'd better. I've got an experint to run. I'll be gone for five days. If you haven't mastered it by then... I might get creative with my teaching."
He disappeared into a portal.
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Mordo approached Strange, offering a rare mont of encouragent.
"Don't let it get to you. You've already manifested magical energy. That's a good sign. Even Kaecilius, the most gifted of us all, took months to get that far."
"Kaecilius?" Strange asked.
"A forr master. He gave in to darkness. We don't talk about him anymore."
Strange nodded slowly. "What about Nolan? How long did it take him?"
Mordo hesitated, then sighed.
"Three days."
"Three days to sense magic?"
"No. Three days to master the portal spell."
Strange's jaw dropped. "What?!"
He had barely conjured a spark. Nolan had already opened gates to other realms in three days?
"Don't compare yourself to him," Mordo said flatly. "There are others even more gifted. But Nolan… his potential is the reason he holds the Eye of Agamotto."
Strange stared off into the training yard, the weight of his own diocrity pressing down.
But the fire hadn't left his eyes.
He wasn't going to quit.
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