NOVEL NEXT Chapter 44: 44. Artifacts
'.....'= Thoughts
"....."= Conversations
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Harry started following the Ancient One deeper inside Kamar-Taj. The labyrinthine corridors of the ancient building seemed to twist and turn in ways that defied logic, each step echoing softly off the stone walls. The Ancient One moved with a fluid grace, her robes barely making a sound as they glided across the floor. Harry's mind was a swirl of thoughts and questions, but one, in particular, pressed to the forefront.
"How difficult was it for you to learn how to create a portal and access the Mirror Dimension?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern.
The Ancient One glanced back at him, her expression thoughtful. "Every sorcerer's journey is unique, Harry," she began. "For me, the process was less about difficulty and more about discovery. It took years of disciplined practice, deep meditation, and an unyielding commitment to understanding the mystical arts."
They turned a corner and descended a flight of stairs that led to a dimly lit hall adorned with ancient artifacts and tapestries depicting scenes of magical battles and serene landscapes. Harry couldn't help but be in awe of the rich history and knowledge contained within these walls.
"Creating a portal, for instance," the Ancient One continued, "requires not only the precise manipulation of mystical energies but also an intimate understanding of spatial coordinates and dimensional gates. It's a skill that demands both mental acuity and spiritual alignment. For most students, it takes at least a year of dedicated practice to open a stable portal."
Harry absorbed her words, feeling a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. "And the Mirror Dimension?" he prompted.
The Ancient One paused before a large, ornate door carved with intricate symbols. She placed a hand on the door, and it swung open silently, revealing a vast library filled with towering shelves of ancient tomes and scrolls. "The Mirror Dimension is more complex," she explained, leading him inside. "It requires a deep understanding of the fabric of reality itself. To access and manipulate it, one must learn to see beyond the surface of our world and tap into the underlying currents of energy that bind all things together."
Harry nodded, trying to grasp the enormity of what she was saying.
As Harry and the Ancient One stepped into the room, a sense of wonder washed over him. The air was thick with the scent of ancient parchment and the faint hum of mystical energy. He glanced around, taking in the eclectic assortment of artifacts that lined the shelves and adorned the tables.
The room was a treasure trove of strange and wondrous objects. There were crystal orbs that seemed to glow with an inner light, ancient scrolls bound in leather and tied with intricate knots, and statues of long-forgotten gods and beings that seemed to watch Harry with eyes that gleamed with unseen knowledge.
Among the artifacts, Harry's eyes landed on a familiar sight—the unmistakable crimson cloak of the Sorcerer Supreme, Dr. Strange, encased in a glass box.
The Ancient One noticed Harry's gaze and smiled knowingly. "Yes, that belonged to one of my most promising students," she said, her voice tinged with both pride and sadness. "Dr. Stephen Strange was a brilliant sorcerer, but even the most powerful among us must face their own trials and tribulations."
As Harry approached the glass case, he could almost feel the energy radiating from the cloak, as if it were alive with its own consciousness.
Harry steeped away from the glass box, his mind buzzing with questions. "What kind of artifacts are kept here?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
Although he knew about the robe of Dr. Strange, the various other artifacts inside this room remain yet to be explored in the movies. Harry couldn't even count, how many they were. There number could be approximately in thousands of ther may be more than that.
The Ancient One smiled, her eyes twinkling with ancient wisdom. "Oh, there are many," she said cryptically. "Some hold great power, while others serve as reminders of the dangers that lurk in the shadows. Each artifact has its own story, its own history, waiting to be discovered by those who seek knowledge and understanding."
As they walked among the shelves, the Ancient One began to point out some of the more notable artifacts. There were ancient talismans that granted their wielders the power to control the elements, enchanted weapons forged in the fires of distant stars, and amulets that offered protection from dark forces.
But amidst the wonders, there were also objects of darker intent—cursed relics that whispered promises of power at a terrible cost, forbidden texts that contained knowledge too dangerous for mortal minds, and artifacts that seemed to pulse with malevolent energy.
"These artifacts," the Ancient One explained, her voice grave, "must be kept under lock and key, lest their power fall into the wrong hands. It is our duty as sorcerers to safeguard them, to ensure that they are never used for harm."
Harry nodded his head, his mind swirling with wonder and anticipation, then followed the Ancient One further into the room. As they wandered deeper into the labyrinthine library, the shelves seemed to stretch endlessly, each one filled with ancient artifacts and mystical relics.
After a while, the Ancient One came to a stop at a particular shelf, her gaze lingering on a small black box nestled among the other objects. With a graceful motion, she reached out and picked up the box, opening it to reveal a ring nestled inside. It gleamed softly in the dim light, its surface adorned with intricate runes and symbols.
With a knowing smile, the Ancient One replaced the black box on the shelf and turned to face Harry, beckoning him forward. As he approached, she extended her hand, offering him the ring.
Confusion flickered in Harry's eyes as he accepted the ring, turning it over in his hand. "What is it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The Ancient One's expression softened, her eyes filled with ancient wisdom. "Among all the artifacts that are kept here, this one could be said to be less useful for sorcerers," she explained. "Its function is simple yet powerful. This ring is attuned to the energies of the Mirror Dimension. With it, you can open a portal to the mirror dimension at will."
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