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Michael taking the dark Scepter room as he inspected it.

[ Dark Scepter ]

It's not the Mystic; it's the Scepter itself. It not only feeds off the physical light; it pulls all light from within while also amplifying doubt and fear.

The Dark Scepter is able to cast momentary darkness over small areas, and Control the area under it.

Effects : Increases Dark magic Power by 1000% 

It has Shapeshift skill]

"it's not much powerful as I thought" Michael mumbled seeing this as he tried the shapeshift skill, turning it into a ring as he wore it "much better" he mumbled as he nodded.

"Now that I'm a Master, it's time to learn some advanced magic," Michael mumbled, rubbing his hands together with excitement as he headed to the library.

Inside, Daniel Drumm, now working as the librarian, was organizing shelves.

"Hello," Michael greeted. Daniel nodded in acknowledgment before returning to his task. Michael made his way to the section of chained books, where only the approved could venture. Thanks to the Ancient One's authorization, he now had access.

The library was vast, filled with countless books on all aspects of magic. But the chained books section was particularly intriguing—these were the tomes of forbidden or advanced knowledge, accessible only to the worthy or the trusted.

The first book Michael selected was none other than the Book of Cagliostro. This was the same book from which Kaecilius had learned the spell to communicate with Dormammu, shifting his allegiance from a neutral cosmic entity to an evil one. And the consequences for Kaecilius? Being swallowed into the Dark Dimension.

Michael ran his fingers over the book's spine, muttering to himself, "This does have some powerful dark spells." He opened it carefully, flipping through its ancient pages.

Unlike Kaecilius, Michael had no intention of forming any pacts or deals to harness dark magic. His advantage lay in his unique connection to Anti-Venom, which provided him with a reservoir of black mana, perfectly suited for handling dark magic without corrupting his soul.

"Let's see what secrets you hold," Michael murmured, diving into the forbidden knowledge.

Thud!

Michael's concentration shattered as the book was suddenly slammed shut. He looked up, startled, to see Kaecilius standing before him, holding the Book of Cagliostro.

"What are you doing?" Michael asked, narrowing his eyes.

"No," Kaecilius retorted, his tone sharp. "What are you doing?"

Kaecilius picked up the book, his expression stern. "This book isn't for someone who has just started learning the Mystic Arts," he said, locking the book back into its chains.

Michael shrugged. "I have the Ancient One's approval."

Kaecilius glared at him for a moment before turning to leave. "Don't lie," he said over his shoulder.

"Ask her yourself," Michael replied nonchalantly as Kaecilius left, clearly annoyed. Michael smirked and picked up the book again, resuming his study of the Blood Claw Spell.

Meanwhile, Kaecilius marched to the Ancient One's quarters. He found her sitting calmly, sipping tea. He adjusted his composure, bowing at the door.

"Come in," she said, her tone serene.

Kaecilius entered, standing before her. "Master, did you approve Michael for advanced dark magic?" he asked, his voice tinged with frustration.

The Ancient One nodded without hesitation. "Yes, I did. He has the talent for it."

Kaecilius frowned. "But you said I wasn't ready for it, yet you gave him the approval?"

The Ancient One's gaze remained calm. "Your jealousy, rather than trying to understand why I approved him and not you, clearly shows why you are not ready."

Kaecilius opened his mouth to retort but stopped, realizing he had no counterargument.

"Even if he has talent," Kaecilius finally said, "dark magic could easily corrupt his mind."

The Ancient One shook her head gently. "Michael already possesses powerful dark magic that dwells in necromancy. Necromancy is among the highest forms of dark magic, and it has not corrupted him. I see no reason why these relatively harmless spells would."

Kaecilius's expression hardened. "Necromancy?" he echoed, taken aback. "That's—"

"Enough," the Ancient One interrupted, her voice firm. "Even necromancy cannot bring back the dead, Kaecilius. Forget about it. Once someone dies, they are gone. That is the rule of nature. Necromancy is called death magic for a reason, not resurrection magic."

Kaecilius lowered his gaze, clenching his fists as he bowed. "Understood," he muttered before leaving.

The Ancient One watched him go, her expression unreadable. "It seems not every death can be avoided," she murmured softly.

Sitting back down, she activated the Eye of Agamotto, the green gem glowing faintly as her own eyes mirrored its hue. She gazed into the infinite timelines for a moment before nodding slightly. The Eye dimmed, vanishing as if it had never been there.

Rising to her feet, she sighed. "Though it was not an outcome I would have liked, it is inevitable," she murmured cryptically, her words heavy with mystery, their meaning known only to her.

Kaecilius emerged from the Ancient One's quarters, clutching a small locket containing an image of his family. His fingers traced over the familiar faces. "Necromancy... the magic that raises the dead," he thought bitterly. "Kamar-Taj never taught such magic, yet he has it."

His gaze lifted to the library, where Michael stood near the window, the Book of Cagliostro open before him. "But he possesses it," Kaecilius mused, the seed of a plan beginning to take root. "If I can obtain that knowledge..."

Meanwhile, Michael remained unaware of Kaecilius's gaze and intentions. Focused entirely on the spell before him, he stepped outside into the courtyard, carrying the book. Setting it gently on the ground, he clasped his hands together, muttering an incantation under his breath. The air around him darkened slightly as a symbol glowed faintly on the ground.

With a burst of black mana, elongated, bloody claws materialized in the air, writhing with malevolent energy. They lashed out at a nearby training target, cutting through it effortlessly. The target glowed briefly before disintegrating into ashes.

"The spell wields power efficiently," Michael nodded in satisfaction, watching the remnants of the target disappear. He repeated the incantation several times, refining the process, until the black mana within him was completely exhausted. Curious, he tried the spell again, substituting his neutral mana for the black mana, but nothing happened.

"The spell doesn't work without dark mana," he muttered, frowning. "I'll need to find a way to increase Anti-Venom's dark mana capacity."

Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, he picked up the book and returned to the library, ready to delve into yet another spell.

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