Unveiled•Phase Disconsolate

Fractal Complexity

The ship around them shifted and moved as if it breathed, pulsing with Isa's chest almost. The realm twist and turned as if it was consuming both her and Stephen; she glanced to her right, noticing his hands raised and twisted along side the dimension.

"The mirror realm is a parallel dimension that allows us masters of the mystic arts to practice our magical abilities and fight enemies without disrupting the public or destroying a city."

The ship around her begins to glow a magnificent orange, shifting into recognizable towers and skyscrapers. As she looked up she read the Stark letters that hang so lonely on the tower. Reporters swarm a distant Tony, a cocky smile on his face as he signs autographs and makes his way into the tower.

"Is this real?"

He looks down upon her with a sly smile, "This? Yes, an old memory of Tony's. But this realm can also create simulations of events that don't exist."

The floor beneath her shift, she was now in an integration room, a young child was being yelled at by a cop. The cop wore a navy blue uniform, a golden badge indicating her rank as brunette strands hover over her strong facial features.

Isa hovered behind the young boy, her hand on the chair, "What did he do?"

She looked over her shoulder towards Stephen, but he shrugged, "Uh-I didn't flesh out the details-wouldn't know."

She stands from leaning off the chair, waking back towards Stephen, "Then what is the importance of knowing such a useless trick?"

He sighs, shifting them into a world of white, fractal pieces shimmered in the sky to a manufactured yellow sun. The ground beneath them was a mirrored water, thin enough to have a ripple to exist.

"Because you have a control over it that us Ancient Ones have yet to replicate." A woman's voice echoed throughout the dimension with a rolling calmness. As Isa turned she watched as a bald woman walked towards her with a golden yellow robe. Her eyes were narrow yet soft, as if she has seen already what has happened yet hope glimmered out the doubt she held. A thin smile spread across her sunken in cheeks. Her body was almost transparent, and Isa noticed Stephen and herself were both transparent-a fine glow encased over her body.

Stephen raised his hand out towards the woman, "This is my mentor, someone whom you'll address by the Ancient One or Sorcerer Supreme."

"...Your mentor looks dead—"

"Isa!"

Isa huffed, "Look... I mean no disrespect, but I rather call individuals by their title when they prove to me their worth."

"Isa-"

"It's alright Stephen, you and your student have taken that title from me long ago. You can call me Yao." She held her hand out for a handshake and Isa gladly took it. Yao's grip was strong, and the handshake lasted longer than it should have, as Isa noticed Yao's judgmental glare.

Eventually she broke the contact, and a small smile grew on her face, "You feel a sense of grief."

"I feel a sense of a lot of things, it varies from moment to moment."

Yao chuckled quietly, "It is a shame that there is not much I can do to help that...but I can guide you within this realm." Her hand flies out from her side, Isa watched carefully as a line appears between them as she begins to speak.

"You both know well of the Sacred Timeline-"

"I swear, if we speak of that again I will have nightmares of orange rectangles attacking me."

Yao and Stephen chuckled at Isa's agony of the past situation. Yao's hand splits the sacred timeline, creating a parallel nexus event Isa knew all too well.