Gold, jewels, war bonds, stolen notes, ancient trinkets…All hidden in my pocket dimension, all untraceable, all mine.Money wasn't a problem anymore—at least, not for my purposes.
And so, I bought land.
Quiet land. Discreet land.A forgotten, half-bombed property tucked into a corner of London where no one asked questions and everyone minded their own suffering. A perfect blank canvas.
Then, with a whispered illusion and a simple mind-nudge here and there, paperwork shifted, names changed, and bureaucratic barriers vanished like mist.
This world would never know the sorceress shaping its future in the shadows.
Building the Sanctum was almost… peaceful.
My eidetic memory— sharpened further by mind magic—gave me a perfect, crystalline recollection of every corridor, every door, every sigil carved into the English Sanctum from the Doctor Strange universe.
Every staircase angle.Every alcove.Every hidden space where magic pooled thickest.
I didn't need blueprints.My memories were blueprints.
Brick by brick, beam by beam, spell by spell, I recreated it—A complete copy, but infused with my magic. My structure. My style.
The mortals watching the construction saw nothing more than a strange, foreign-looking building rising as if overnight.Illusions masked every magical flare.Temporal dilation sped up the work when no one was nearby.
Inside, however…Inside was a different world.
Floating lanterns of pure mana glowed softly in hallways lined with Asgardian wards.Walls reinforced with chakra threads hummed with stability.Ancient runes—Celtic, Tibetan, and universal—were etched deep into the foundation stone.Dimensional anchors pulsed beneath the floor like living hearts.
And at the center of it all, suspended in a sphere of shimmering magic, the first node of the planetary barrier took shape.
A glowing lattice of runic energy stretched outward like a spiderweb—dormant now, but waiting.
Waiting for the other sanctums.Waiting to weave together into the global shield I envisioned.
Months passed in a blur.
I slept rarely—my enhanced mind didn't need much.I ate only when my mortal shell complained.I worked, crafted, warded, drew in magic, stabilized the ley lines, and shaped the first true bastion of Earth's mystical defense.
Every morning I awoke to the quiet hum of the building's heartbeat.Every night I walked its halls, checking layers of protection, carving new ones, refining old ones.
Then one evening, standing in the central chamber with the Time Stone in my palm, I whispered the final activation chant.
Emerald light surged.Runes blazed to life around me.Energy rippled through the entire building.
The First Sanctum Ignited.
The barrier node awakened—thin, incomplete, but real.A newborn shield reaching its arms out to the future.
I felt it settle into place… like the first click of a massive, cosmic lock.
I smiled softly, placing a hand on the warm stone wall.
"One down," I said quietly."Only six more to go."
And once they were complete, this world would be safe.Because I would make it safe.
London's Sanctum was only the beginning.