Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

What is he doing?

When the room opened, what appeared in front of Geralt was no longer the familiar scenes such as beds or tables and chairs, but pure nothingness.

He Shenyan was floating in it.

He sat cross-legged, and the magic power surged around him, changing constantly and never stopping for a moment. They were storms, lightning, running lions, and whales in the deep sea. They were everything that once existed but died.

In that darkness, everything seemed to exist, but also nothing existed.

Geralt couldn't help but shudder - he did not enter the room, but stood at the door, standing at the junction of the ordinary and normal world and the world where He Shenyan lived.

He said: "Please tell me this is an illusion."

"That's not it, Geralt. Please throw the water glass in your hand - I can't get it right now."

The witcher glanced at his hands, which were filled with light that came from nowhere, dazzling and breathtaking.

"So, if you still have the heart to tell me cold jokes about hands, does that mean you are okay for the time being? Although I don't know what you are doing... but the place you are now looks like

That’s not good.”

After saying that, he gently threw the water glass in. The glass began to float freely in the dark void. Geralt stared at it. The blue light reflected on the glass. For a moment, he saw his own face.

.

I don't know how long it took, a year, or ten thousand years - in short, the cup floated in front of He Shenyan.

He lowered his head, bit the edge of the cup with his teeth, then raised his head and took a small sip, which made him close his eyes.

"Finally." The mage sighed with satisfaction. "I have been here for seven hundred and thirty-one years, Geralt, and I finally have something to drink."

"Can't you turn it into a glass of water yourself?"

"I don't have any extra energy, Geralt."

"But you can hear me calling you."

"Yes, because I have a reality anchor fixed in my living room."

What the hell is a reality anchor?

The demon hunter crossed his arms and leaned against the door, frowning and asked: "Let's not mention the thing you mentioned, but you only stayed in there for one day - He, if my perception is not wrong, you only stayed in there for just one day.

I only stayed for twenty-four hours, maybe less."

"That's your perception, Geralt."

The mage gently touched the cup with his chin and let it float away. The light emitted by his hands became more intense. Only then did Geralt notice that he was holding a cup in each hand.

gems. They seemed to be about to be dyed absolutely pitch black.

"In my perception, I have been here alone for seven hundred and thirty-one years. Sometimes seeing is not necessarily believing, Geralt, there is nothing surprising. Just like when you look up at the stars at night, their

The light reaches your eyes. Do you think they are still alive? No, what you see is corpses all over the sky."

He Shenyan said in a cold tone: "Starlight is the relic of the stars. It is floating in the universe. When it falls in your eyes, the star may have been dead for a long time."

"The tone of your voice now makes my skin crawl."

After saying this, Geralt noticed that He Shenyan raised the corners of his mouth, but only for a moment. He seemed to want to smile - of course, it might just be Geralt who saw it wrong. Who knows?

Woolen cloth?

"I'm a little creepy myself, Geralt." He Shenyan sighed. "I've been in this damn place for too long, and I actually don't want to do this."

"But you did."

"Yes, I built a pocket dimension, and then locked myself in it and calculated it for seven hundred and thirty-one years...and I haven't gotten the result yet."

"Pocket dimension? I'm sorry, but the place you're staying in looks like a prison. A dark prison."

"You mean those black backgrounds?"

He Shenyan laughed: "They are actually gems, Geralt. At least they used to be."

gem?

Geralt frowned again. He carefully observed those deep blacks. But he could only see nothingness. Apart from that, there was nothing. Until he completely calmed down - completely, his eyes gradually changed from concentration.

It turned into obsession, until this time, Geralt finally saw it.

Indeed, they were once all gems.

Countless black gems, from the mage's head to his feet. Every inch of this neat place that was once a hotel room is now completely filled with black gems. There is no longer any gap, and it looks perfect.

Seamless.

The most critical point is that what each gem feeds back to him is nothing but death.

Geralt was quite familiar with death, ever since he was a child training on the Killer's Road in Kaer Morhen. At that time, three or more children would break their necks on that damn road every day.

When he was a little older, it was the Trial of Green Grass. At this time, he saw what was called a 'painful and slow' death. People of his age often ended up inhuman form and died wailing. The screams would last for a while.

, sometimes a week, sometimes two days.

We can say that he and death are old friends. But the thing in the gem still scared him half to death.

Geralt clutched his arm, goosebumps appeared on the surface of his skin, and of course, there was also a chill that ran from his tailbone to his brain.

"Sometimes you can really scare me to death, He." Geralt shook his head. "So, what's going on with those gems?"

"Would you rather hear a more poetic description, or a more realistic one?"

"Just tell it in a straightforward manner."

"Those gems contain hundreds of millions of dead timelines." He Shenyan said lightly. "The lines converge into rivers, and the rivers converge into seas. Then they disappear."

"In the end, you still came up with a poetic description."

"My problem is an old one, my friend. But the real problem is..."

He Shenyan put down his crossed legs and truly stood on the ground. In an instant, whether it was the storm, lightning, lions or whales, they all disappeared, and the nothingness disappeared with them.

black.

The room was back. A clean, tidy, ordinary hotel room. He Shenyan stood in it, looking tired. The blue magic gradually disappeared, and his robes no longer fluttered, but his hands were still holding two

A gem that is turning towards darkness.

"The real problem is." He sighed tiredly. "I can't find that damn time anchor, Geralt. That's the biggest problem."