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Keisha nodded affirmatively. But after speaking, she hesitated a little, adding, "But if it's the female sorcerer known as the Ancient One… she's out of range."

"No problem," came the reply.

With that question set aside, Keisha began discussing Sky Blade's recent search results for the Milky Way and surrounding galaxies. "During this period, we identified four developed civilizations near us, along with around 33,000 underdeveloped civilizations that have been detected."

She continued, "The most advanced civilizations in the galaxy are the Skrull Empire, the Kree Empire, the Shi'ar Empire, and the Nova Empire. Their technology surpasses Earth's by roughly 200 million years. They've reached the stage of an advanced civilization, making them capable of creating gods—a pseudo-god-level unit."

Weng!

As a sacred white light flashed in Keisha's eyes, an entire system display appeared before her, revealing a vast, dim cosmic vacuum. In the dark of space, a figure with golden flames surrounding her body was moving at high speed—a blonde woman in a red and blue combat uniform, topped with a retro brown leather jacket from the 1990s.

"Carol Danvers. Race: Human. Genetically enhanced," the display read. "Her body contains cosmic-level energy, akin to that of the Cosmic Cube, granting her pseudo-god-level combat power. Destination: Star 213."

Leon recognized her instantly. Isn't this incredible? he thought. This was the same superhero destined to one day take on the "purple menace," a 'hero' whose combat power was formidable. Leon knew she herself was a pseudo-god level warrior—comparable to a Sky-Father-level entity. When she unleashed her double-star form, she could even go toe-to-toe with beings of that level.

Her appearance was delicate, her beauty easily rivaling Wanda's. But where Wanda had a sweet allure, and Natasha an enchanting charm, Carol's beauty was more rugged, heroic—she looked every inch a warrior.

"What a perfect candidate," Leon murmured in admiration as he watched Carol's powerful figure moving through space. It was unfortunate, though, that this woman, with her heart for the people, had been journeying across the galaxy for years, protecting others.

Keisha stood silently, saying nothing, but she couldn't help feeling that Captain Leon was becoming more and more like an Earth capitalist that he claims to not like.

After stealing an admiring glance at Captain Marvel's graceful figure, Leon turned to Keisha. "Continue exploring, and keep a close watch on the developed empires."

"Yes, Captain," Keisha replied.

Kamar-Taj.

A dark-skinned man in a sorcerer's robe was hurrying down the corridor when he encountered Wong, who wore a sour expression. He quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"Master Wong!"

"Master Mordo."

After exchanging the traditional sorcerer's greeting, Mordo looked at Wong's distracted expression and asked curiously, "Wong, is something troubling you?"

Wong hesitated, then sighed. "It's nothing… I just encountered a sorcerer with remarkable talent, and it left me feeling a bit off balance."

Mordo, knowing Wong's calm and honest nature, was taken aback. "A sorcerer with exceptional talent?"

Wong, who was typically one of the stronger sorcerers—trusted by the Sorcerer Supreme herself to guard the library—wasn't one to feel competitive. Mordo knew him to be honest, diligent, and genuinely happy for others' success. But this time, it seemed a sorcerer's talent had managed to shake even Wong's usually steady disposition.

While Mordo's curiosity was piqued, he quickly reminded himself of his mission. Suppressing his interest, he exchanged a few final words with Wong before hurrying off to the temple to find the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One.

Wong, meanwhile, remained in a daze, clearly still unsettled by the encounter.

Mordo entered the main hall and found the Ancient One absorbed in a book. She leaned against the wooden window, with sunlight gently illuminating her and the pages, creating an atmosphere of natural harmony.

However, after two months apart, Mordo sensed an inexplicable dissonance within this seemingly serene scene—like a drop of ink on pure white paper.

Frowning, he put his doubts aside for the moment, approaching her respectfully. "Sorcerer Supreme."

"Master Mordo," she greeted him with a gentle nod, setting down her book. "Good afternoon. You seem to have made progress on your mission."

As always, Mordo's tone was reverent. "Yes, Sorcerer Supreme. I tracked the Dark Sorcerer Order from Bangladesh to Brazil and discovered the corrupted Kaecilius's trail… but they managed to evade capture."

"But I found the summoning ritual altar and marks of dark power left behind in Brazil," Mordo reported.

"Is that so? It seems Kaecilius still refuses to let go," the Ancient One sighed.

Kaecilius had once been her disciple, one of the most talented sorcerers of his generation, even a potential candidate for the next Sorcerer Supreme. But he harbored a fatal flaw: obsession—specifically, the desire for eternal life.

Perhaps it was his tragic past that instilled in him an acute awareness of life's fragility from a young age. After the Ancient One brought him to Kamar-Taj, Kaecilius grew increasingly consumed by magic, hoping to use it to achieve immortality and unending power.

But, tragically, magic could not grant eternal life. Even the Ancient One, with her formidable soul, could only sustain her body for a mere two thousand years—and only by drawing a measure of energy from other dimensions to preserve her strength.

When Kaecilius learned this, he became utterly unhinged. He turned to Dormammu, the ruler of the Dark Dimension, and succumbed to his dark influence, becoming a slave to Dormammu and offering up his very soul.

After betraying Kamar-Taj, Kaecilius used his former influence to sway many other sorcerers into following Dormammu, forming the Dark Order. Together, they sought to destroy the three Sanctums on Earth, intending to break the protective seals and summon Dormammu himself, allowing him to consume the universe and plunge it into eternal darkness.

The Ancient One could only sigh at her lost disciple's choices, though she felt no fear. She knew all too well that, despite Kaecilius's devotion to his dark master, his fate was sealed—death was his inevitable destination.

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