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Kamar-Taj: The Ritual Chamber
The Ancient One stood in the ritual chamber. The room was circular, walls inscribed with runes older than human civilization.
In the center, a mandala glowed faintly on the floor. Complex geometric patterns. Each line representing a connection and possibility. The mandala pulsed with potential energy and waiting.
She placed candles at five points around the mandala. Each one representing a different aspect of the ritual. Earth, Water, Fire, Air, Spirit.
Her hands moved through intricate patterns, weaving spells that would open a gateway to something ancient. Something few mortals ever encountered.
A direct line to the Vishanti themselves. The trinity of cosmic entities that empowered Earth's Sorcerer Supreme. Hoary Hoggoth. Omnipotent Oshtur. Agamotto the All-Seeing.
This was not a small request. Opening such a connection required precision that most sorcerers couldn't achieve. One misstep, one miscalculation, and the backlash could level Kamar-Taj.
But the Ancient One had done this before. Centuries ago, when she'd first taken the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme to get their blessing and now, for her student, she would do it again.
The candles flared and mandalas pulsed as golden light filled the chamber, growing brighter and brighter until it was blinding as the very air thrummed with power.
And then, silence.
Three voices spoke as one. Neither male nor female. Neither young nor old. Just power, ancient and absolute.
"SORCERER SUPREME. YOU CALL UPON US."
The Ancient One bowed deeply. "Hoary Hosts of Hoggoth. Omnipotent Oshtur. Agamotto the All-Seeing. I come before you with a request on behalf of my student."
"THE ONE CALLED JAY." The Vishanti's voices echoed. "WE KNOW OF HIM. WE HAVE WATCHED HIS ACTIONS. HIS DEFIANCE OF DEATH. HIS THEFT OF POWER FROM THE HARBINGER OF NINTH COSMOS. HIS RESURRECTION OF THE TWELVE HUNDRED. HIS ALTERATION OF THOUSANDS OF HUMANS INTO ENHANCED BEINGS. HE IS KNOWN TO US."
"He seeks to do good," the Ancient One said carefully. "To create something that will protect the innocent. To prevent suffering on a scale we have not seen before."
"AND YET, HIS METHODS ARE RECKLESS." The Vishanti's tone was neutral, neither condemning nor approving. "HE WALKS A DANGEROUS PATH. ONE THAT COULD LEAD TO SALVATION OR DAMNATION OF THIS ENTIRE PLANET. THIS IS NOT A SMALL THING HE ATTEMPTS."
"That is why I ask for your guidance," the Ancient One said. "He plans to meet with Gaea, the Elder Goddess. To propose something unprecedented. I ask that you do not interfere. That you allow him to make his case. Whatever the outcome, let it be between Jay and Gaea."
Silence stretched. The Ancient One waited patiently but also determined. She would not back down when it came to her student.
Finally, the Vishanti spoke. "WE WILL NOT INTERFERE. BUT NEITHER WILL WE PROTECT HIM FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF HIS ACTIONS. IF GAEA REJECTS HIM, THAT IS HIS BURDEN TO BEAR. IF DEATH COMES FOR HIM FOR HIS RESURRECTIONS, THAT IS HIS FATE TO FACE. WE DO NOT FAVOR THOSE WHO DEFY THE NATURAL ORDER LIGHTLY. BUT WE ACKNOWLEDGE HIS INTENT AND DESIRE TO PROTECT"
The Ancient One bowed again. Deeper this time, as genuine gratitude mixed with relief, "I understand. Thank you, Hoary Hosts. I will convey your judgment to my student. And I will ensure he understands the weight of what he attempts."
The golden light faded, candles extinguished, and the chamber returned to its normal state.
The Ancient One stood alone, her heart heavy with worry for her student.
She offered a quiet prayer to whatever powers might listen.
"Please look after Jay. He may be troublesome and attempting something beyond his understanding. But he means well. Protect him from his own ambition and guide him toward wisdom."
Then she left the chamber. There was nothing more she could do. Jay's path was his own now.
Savage Land Base
Meanwhile, Jay appeared in the base. The familiar warmth, the sound of the waterfall, the distant calls of prehistoric creatures.
He needed to prepare. Meeting Gaea, the Elder Goddess of Earth, wasn't something you did on a whim. It required respect, offerings and most importantly, a damn good argument.
Jay moved to his workspace, a corner of the base filled with books, artifacts, and stolen tech from a dozen different sources. He pulled out a notebook, started sketching.
The plan was ambitious. Insane, even. But it was necessary.
Peter's words echoed in his mind. "Why does everyone always need a hero? Why do people get hurt again and again?"
"Because the world isn't designed to protect people," Jay muttered to himself. "It's designed to test them. Challenge them. Break them. But what if it didn't have to be that way? What if the world could be kinder without being softer? What if people could live without constant fear that one wrong turn, one bad moment, could destroy everything?"
Jay's hand moved faster, sketching diagrams, writing notes in the margins. He pulled on his meta-knowledge, memories from his past life, stories of how Earth-616 worked, how magic and science intertwined in the Marvel Universe.
Gaea was the spirit of the Earth itself. The embodiment of life on the planet. If anyone could approve and make this plan possible, it was her.
But convincing her? That was another matter entirely.
Jay leaned back, staring at his notes. The framework was there. The logic sound. But the execution? That would require power beyond what he currently possessed.
Jay closed the notebook, took a deep breath. "Alright, Parker. You asked why people always need saving. Let's see if I can change the whole damn game."
He stood, snapped his fingers, and teleported.
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