I wasn't frustrated about the mirror before me failing to project my subconscious before me. In fact I was relieved that it didn't.
My curiosity lingered on the hidden mirror and why it remained confined. If anything, I had a good excuse to break the rules and investigate further.
I stopped channeling my energy into conjuring the mirror, and it gradually dissipated in the air, like a mist.
I guess I had to start my next step without Doctor Strange's immediate help by looking deep within and realizing the arcane knowledge I bore.
I sighed, anticipating a challenging experience, as apart of me dared me to indulge myself into the creation of the ultimate spell, while another part of me hesitated, uncertain.
The ultimate spell would require harnessing the power of the mystic arts like never before. Such a feat would be easy if I were just the Supreme Sorcerer, but another consciousness lingered within me, one that preferred caution.
I closed my eyes and focused inward, reaching out to the depths of my own mind where the knowledge of Doctor Strange resided.
It was like diving into a vast ocean of wisdom and mysticism. As I delved deeper, I could feel the two consciousnesses within me.
The first, Doctor Strange, was confident but wary, clear but cautious, and, eager and curious to create the ultimate spell.
The second, my own, was hesitant, inexperienced, and unaware what my true depths of magic were. It was as if two voices were locked in a silent debate within my mind.
But both these voices had one thing in common. They spoke of caution, but in two different ways. The first one cautioned on the repercussions of my actions if I didn't know how to use my magic properly.
The second one cautioned on overreaching for realms unknown, aware of the countless times that had happened.
But nevertheless, the both agreed on one thing. The ultimate spell I sought to create was necessary for the greater good of this planet, and perhaps the entire multiverse.
I took a deep breath and began to meditate, allowing my consciousness to drift further into the sea of knowledge. Images and memories from Doctor Strange's life began to surface.
I saw his years of training under the Ancient One, mastering the mystic arts, and confronting powerful mystical entities.
I witnessed his struggles, his triumphs, and his moments of doubt. I was reliving his experiences all over again.
As I absorbed this wealth of knowledge and experience, I began to understand the source of Doctor Strange's wariness, first hand.
He had seen the consequences of wielding immense mystical power without restraint. He had witnessed the dangers of tampering with the fabric of reality.
But I also knew that he had ultimately embraced his role as Sorcerer Supreme and used his powers to protect the world. He had learned to balance the immense potential of the mystic arts with responsibility.
Aware of the conflict within me, I knew I had to somehow balance the odds and be a complete whole.
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Just like Zatanna had said, I needed to become fully one with myself, to avoid situations where different perspectives could render me confused and unable to react quickly.
I opened my eyes and returned my mind to the physical world, ready to cast the spell.
I raised my hands, fingers forming intricate patterns in the air. I channeled the combined knowledge and power of both my consciousness and Doctor Strange's into the creation of the ultimate spell.
It was a spell that would tap into the very essence of the mystic arts, a spell that would transcend the realms and dimensions, requiring the intervention of the mirror dimension.
The ambient mystical energies of the Mystic Focus surged, amplifying my abilities even further. The room itself seemed to vibrate with the intensity of the spellcasting.
I spoke incantation after another, a blend of ancient words and modern understanding. The words flowed from my lips with a resonance that shook the very foundations of the sanctum.
The spell took shape, a web of mystical energy that extended far beyond the confines of the Mystic Focus.
Outside, in the streets of Greenpoint, the very fabric of reality seemed to respond. The buildings and streets shifted and transformed. It was as if the entire neighborhood was becoming a part of the spell.
Hours passed as I continued to weave the spell, refining its intricacies and strengthening its foundation.
The conflict within me however clouded my judgement at times, uncertainty overwhelming me.
As I delved deeper into the spell's creation, I became aware of its immense complexity. It was not just any spell; it was a living, breathing entity of its own, a guardian that would keep watch over Earth and react when most needed.
I could feel its consciousness, its awareness of the threat it was meant to keep watch over.
The ultimate spell was taking on a life of its own, and I knew that it would require more than a few hours to complete.
It would require constant vigilance and maintenance. It was not a one-time solution but a continuous commitment to completing this task.
A sense of exhaustion washed over me and I knew that I had to cease my creation for now.
I focused more of my channeled mystic energy into the last bit of this preliminary stage. An ethereal glow weaved in the air, and the air began to coalesce, forming the construct I expected to see.
Slowly, the glow formed bands that extended midair to eventually create a wrist watch.
The wristwatch that materialized before me was unlike any ordinary timepiece. It radiated with a soft, pulsating luminescence, a blend of arcane symbols and modern design.
The face of the watch bore a swirling, iridescent pattern that seemed to shift and change, reflecting the ever-shifting nature of the mystic arts.
The watchband was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, seamlessly blending mystical sigils with intricate metalwork.
It shimmered with a faint glow, hinting at the incredible power it held within.
As I gazed at the watch, I could feel the presence of the ultimate spell within it.
Even in exhaustion, I felt proud of myself for creating my first relic; something that both my consciousness agreed was a great feat. Something that finally brought them together.
The relic was yet to be complete, but even at this stage, I knew I could rely on it to help, if need be. I would keep on improving this relic and refining it, eventually completing it.
With a sense of accomplishment, I gently placed the mystical wristwatch on my wrist. It felt weightless and comforting, as if it had always belonged there.
From my wrist it guarded me, and I guarded it.
Dusk had settled in, and I knew it was time for another adventure in the night; after a sumptuous dinner, having missed lunch.
(Martian Manhunter)
J'onn looked at the sorcerer from the shadows, his Martian form shifting into a translucent state as he observed the intricate weaving of the spell.
His presence was unknown to the sorcerer, for J'onn was a master of stealth and telepathy.
He had been watching for some time, his curiosity piqued by the sorcerer's unique blend of mystic arts and the internal struggle that unfolded.
In his telepathic exploration, J'onn delved into the depths of the sorcerer's mind, cautious not to intrude but seeking to understand what he was planning.
The complex interplay of consciousness within, intrigued him, but he didn't deem him a threat.
As J'onn probed deeper, he became aware of the monumental task and commitment the sorcerer had undertaken. The creation of the ultimate spell meant that this sorcerer was willing to do anything to protect the world.
It was no small feat, and the internal conflict within the sorcerer mirrored the external challenges he faced. The delicate balance between wielding immense power responsibly and the inherent dangers of tampering with reality weighed heavily on the sorcerer's mind.
J'onn, having observed countless individuals with great power, recognized the potential for both heroism and catastrophe in the sorcerer's journey.
He knew that this relic, the mystical wristwatch, was a symbol of the sorcerer's commitment to a greater good, but it also represented a new source of power that needed careful guidance.
The ultimate spell paused, and the sorcerer retiring to continue on another day, J'onn, focused on his own thoughts, slowly retreating from his telepathic intrusion.
He was satisfied with the much he had learnt about this sorcerer, and affirmed that he wasn't a threat.
He wondered how the rest of the League would react when he reported to them this development.
Still, he decided that he would keep watch over him for much longer, before completely ruling him out as a threat.
For now, they would commune and retire to bed, and then he would learn what the sorcerer was planning to do in the night.
He has sensed a part of him roaming the corridors of the townhouse, but he didn't catch him. But still, he chose to alert Zatanna of this.
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A/N:
Thanks to 'The Death of Doctor Strange' I learnt that every good Supreme Sorcerer must have a contingency in place.
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