The next day, Zhao Yu's door was opened again.
But this time it wasn't Grand Sorcerer Wang.
It was Hamir, whom he hadn't seen for days.
Yet Hamir looked terribly unwell.
Hamir appeared utterly exhausted; his once-neatly groomed beard was disheveled.
Red veins stained his eyes, as if he had been awake for days.
"Grand Sorcerer, what's happened to you?"
Zhao Yu looked at the disheveled Hamir, confusion in his eyes.
After all, Hamir was renowned in Kamar-Taj for his meticulousness and compulsions. Such a state should never appear on him; he always presented himself flawlessly when leaving his quarters. Zhao Yu was shocked to see him like this.
"It's all because of you, boy."
Hamir snarled, glaring at Zhao Yu.
As Kamar-Taj's foremost scholar, he had his pride—and before Casillas arrived, Hamir believed himself to be the greatest prodigy of Kamar-Taj. Now both Casillas and Zhao Yu had outshone him. An arrogant man like Hamir could not accept that.
Since returning from their last session, he had been so shattered that he hadn't slept for days, desperate to reclaim his lost dignity. He'd waited here early this morning—if not for concern over Zhao Yu, he might have arrived at midnight.
"Zhao Yu, I hear you've already mastered Mirror Dimension?"
Hamir asked urgently, barely concealing his impatience.
"That's correct, Grand Sorcerer. I have indeed learned that Magic,"
Zhao Yu replied, puzzled.
"Is there a problem?"
"Of course there's a problem,"
Hamir muttered.
"If you hadn't mastered Mirror Dimension, I couldn't demonstrate a certain Magic to you."
Despite his scholarly air, Hamir's face was wolfish in that moment, and Zhao Yu thought the expression strangely fitting.
"Master Hamir, which Magic do you wish to demonstrate?"
Zhao Yu scratched his head.
He knew Mirror Dimension was essentially a duplicate space—beyond combat, its greatest use was to allow Sorcerers to safely experiment with new spells. In the films, Doctor Strange learned the library's potent Magics, so the Supreme Sorcerer taught him Mirror Dimension. It was arguably overkill for mere surveillance. Zhao Yu was curious what spell would require Mirror Dimension.
"I'll tell you later—open the passage,"
Hamir said curtly.
Though Zhao Yu did not know Hamir's motive, he trusted him implicitly. He pointed forward, and the space cracked like broken glass, revealing a stunning fracture pattern.
"Hmm?"
Hamir's eyes widened at Zhao Yu's display.
"You truly are a monster," he said in awe.
"You've mastered this to such a degree already, and your Mirror Dimension is… peculiar."
Hamir shook his head, scrutinizing the space, but saw no flaw.
"Interesting,"
Hamir half-smiled.
Apart from the Supreme Sorcerer, he was one of Kamar-Taj's most erudite minds. Now he couldn't even gauge the depth of Zhao Yu's Magic—it proved this boy was truly abnormal. Even a single Mirror Dimension had become ornate and flamboyant under Zhao Yu's hand.
Shaking off his awe, Hamir led Zhao Yu into the Mirror Dimension.
"Master Hamir, what are you going to do?"
Zhao Yu asked, his curiosity piqued by Hamir's secretive manner.
"Heh, I'm going to teach you a Magic,"
Hamir said with a sly grin.
"Does teaching Magic require such ceremony?"
Zhao Yu asked, bemused.
"Of course—it's my personal specialty,"
Hamir replied proudly.
Zhao Yu arched an eyebrow; everything Hamir taught was always billed as a "personal specialty," yet if it was valuable, Zhao Yu would gladly learn it.
"Then please, Master Hamir."
Zhao Yu cupped his hands respectfully.
"All right, no need for formality. Watch closely,"
Hamir waved.
A yellow chain appeared in his hand.
Zhao Yu recognized it instantly—it resembled the Magic chains Doctor Strange used, generated from Magic Shield runes. He thought, nothing extraordinary—just another Magic weapon?
"What are you looking at? This is no ordinary spell,"
Hamir snapped.
"This Magic isn't a simple rune extrapolation. It channels a Deity's power. You may call it Chain of Vishanti."
"To cast it, you must split the Deity's force into hundreds of fragments."
Hamir beamed, for he had crafted this spell specifically to challenge Zhao Yu. It was no apprentice's trick; Chain of Vishanti required precise mental control and vast psychic reserves—something many Grand Sorcerers might fail to master. Only those with decades of cultivation could hope to learn it. Once mastered, one was fit to become Grand Sorcerer.
Zhao Yu shook his head—had Hamir gone mad to think a mere youth could learn this?
If Zhao Yu learned it easily, then Hamir might as well hand over his position and let Zhao Yu take the title—because nothing else made sense.
Who in the world could so brazenly defy the natural order?
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