The Cloak of Levitation—an artifact of legend, draped in red mysticism and saturated with magical heritage.
To the untrained eye, it was merely an ornate cape. But to mages across the multiverse, it was one of the most intelligent and loyal magical tools ever created. It could hover through air, protect its wearer from damage, assist in combat, and even make its own choices.
And, above all else—it chose its master.
Now, that master was Henry.
Henry stared down at the cloak as it wrapped itself neatly over his shoulders. Despite all his confidence and progress, even he hadn't expected this. In the original timeline he remembered, the Cloak of Levitation had bonded with Doctor Strange.
But now, it had chosen him.
Was it because of his strength? His soul energy? Or just the sheer gravitational pull of his unbelievable luck stat?
Either way, it didn't matter.
It was his now.
"Supreme Mage," Daniel said, his tone filled with awe. "It seems this cloak likes you very much."
Henry gave a light smile, brushing a hand across the shoulder seam of the sentient fabric. "Seems like I'm luckier than I thought."
As if in response, the cloak gently fluttered around him like it was preening proudly. It then stilled, becoming no different from an ordinary cloak—at least on the outside.
"Alright," Henry said, regaining composure. "Let's continue the tour."
Daniel led them further through the second floor of the New York Sanctum, showcasing chambers filled with arcane instruments and items collected over centuries.
"Here we have relics from across the multiverse," Daniel explained. "The Dragon Fang Sword, the Axe of Angarum… and here, the Cosmic Cauldron."
Henry paused in front of a gleaming artifact that resembled a cross between a chalice and a miniature observatory dome.
"That's the Cosmic Cauldron?" Henry asked, eyeing it with interest.
"Yes," Daniel confirmed. "A prophetic artifact used to glimpse potential futures. Unlike the Time Stone, it doesn't show the future directly—it reveals possibilities, fragments… riddles."
"Interesting." Without hesitation, Henry reached out and picked it up.
As he did, a faint hum of energy coursed through the room.
The cauldron activated instantly, glowing with magical runes as if responding eagerly to Henry's touch.
Daniel blinked.
Wong frowned.
Neither of them had said the incantation to activate it.
"…Wait," Daniel muttered, turning to Wong. "Did you tell him the spell?"
Wong shook his head slowly. "No."
"Then how did he just activate it?!"
Wong raised both hands. "Don't look at me. I'm just as surprised as you."
They watched, slack-jawed, as Henry calmly examined the artifact's activation.
For a moment, he simply watched the swirling visions within. They were blurry and fragmented—potential futures overlapping like ink in water.
No wonder the Ancient One didn't use this much, Henry thought. It's far too vague for precise navigation.
He put the cauldron back gently.
Turning, he found both mages staring at him like he had grown a second head.
"What's with the faces?" he asked, tilting his head.
"…Did you already know the activation spell?" Wong asked.
Henry shook his head. "Never seen the thing before today."
"Then how did you activate it?" Daniel pressed.
Henry replied with complete seriousness, "I guessed."
"…You guessed?" Wong echoed, deadpan.
"Yeah," Henry replied. "Felt like the right combination of runes."
Both Daniel and Wong looked at each other, utterly defeated.
"Are we really calling spells 'guessable' now?" Wong muttered under his breath.
Henry didn't comment. He had a cheat code they didn't know about—luck. Stupidly high, universe-breaking luck.
It helped with spell resonance. It helped with artifacts. And now? Apparently, it helped him guess his way into activating ancient relics.
With the second-floor tour complete, Henry turned to Daniel. "That'll be all. I've decided—I'll be the one guarding the New York Sanctum."
Daniel understood immediately. "In that case, I'll formally step down. The Sanctum is yours, Supreme Mage."
He gave a respectful bow before quietly leaving.
Wong lingered a moment longer.
"Anything else you need, Master Supreme?" he asked.
"Not for now. I'll be at the training ground tomorrow at six. Go ahead and get some rest," Henry said.
"You're too polite," Wong said with a smile, before heading off himself.
Once alone, Henry entered the Sanctum's study room. He placed the documents Mordo had handed him on the desk and turned to the rows of ancient tomes lining the walls.
He tapped his fingers together and activated a small time-warp spell.
The room shimmered as time within it accelerated—a trick he'd developed to help him absorb knowledge rapidly. What would take ordinary mages weeks, he could now accomplish in mere minutes.
Within half an hour, he'd read through an entire shelf's worth of books, scrolls, and enchantment notes.
Most importantly, he understood the connection between the Supreme Mage and the global magical network.
Each Supreme Mage was required to bind their soul to the planetary protection array—the mystic lattice that connected all three temples and monitored interdimensional threats.
This wasn't just symbolic. Once the link was formed, the Supreme Mage could perceive disturbances across the globe, react to magic spikes, and even channel spells through the leylines of Earth.
It was like giving a mage their own personal security surveillance system—but metaphysical.
Henry sat cross-legged and began the integration ritual.
It was supposed to take hours.
He did it in fifteen minutes.
Once connected, a spectral projection of Earth appeared before him—surrounded by glowing lines of magical energy. He could feel its pulse. Every corner. Every ripple.
Not all areas were visible, of course. Certain zones were obscured—shielded by other magic users, hidden temples, or cosmic interference.
Still, the major cities and temple locations were clear.
Now that he was fully integrated with Earth's protective system, he knew what came next.
Time to prepare for the future.
He retrieved a black-bound tome from a sealed chest—the Darkhold.
The Book of Darkness.
Ancient. Corruptive. Dangerous.
But also… essential.
Henry didn't approach it recklessly. He had trained his soul for this. The corrosive whispers that leaked from the book's pages still echoed in his mind—but they were distant now, like radio static on low volume.
He opened it.
The contents were divided into six sections:
How to enter dark dimensions
How to become a vampire or werewolf
How to control will
How to summon Chthon
How to absorb spiritual energy
How to absorb dark power
Henry wasn't interested in monstrosity or domination. He skipped the vampirism and summoning sections entirely.
He focused on two things: absorbing spiritual energy and dark power.
They were interconnected. Both required deep meditation, incantations of intent, and resonance with dimensional frequencies.
Simple.
But extremely dangerous for anyone untrained.
Henry was not untrained.
He opened a portal to the Mirror Dimension, creating a safe isolated space where he could practice without risking the Earth.
Inside, time moved slower.
Energy swirled.
He began chanting.
Dark energy coiled around his fingertips, entering through his palms and spiraling up his arms like ink in water. His soul held strong, resisting the malevolent undertones and absorbing the raw strength with controlled precision.
His eyes glowed for a moment—then settled.
It was working.
…
Meanwhile—
In the Dark Dimension, Dormammu's ever-churning form pulsed erratically.
Something had disturbed him.
The energies within his domain were shifting—being siphoned in ways he hadn't authorized.
"...What is this?" Dormammu growled, his voice echoing across the void. "Who dares... touch my domain?!"
In Mephisto's hellscape, the same phenomenon was occurring.
The Lord of Lies stood from his burning throne, his expression twisted with irritation.
"The hell is this tugging feeling? It's like someone's... vacuuming the carpet of Hell."
In other dimensions, demons, dark gods, and forgotten horrors paused simultaneously.
They all felt it.
As if their homes were being tapped by a cosmic straw.
Who was it?
Where was it coming from?
Back in the Mirror Dimension, Henry sat calmly, absorbing another stream of corrupted magic.
"Hmm… not bad," he murmured. "Tastes like burnt licorice and arrogance."
The Cloak of Levitation twitched behind him—either in amusement or concern
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