Hong Kong welcomed me with neon light, dense magic, and a pulse of energy unlike any other place on Earth.Here, the ley lines intersected with a sharp, crystalline clarity—perfect for the final node of the planetary barrier.
This Sanctum didn't need to be grand.It didn't need to be imposing.It only needed to function.
And so, among narrow streets and rooftops soaked in rain, I found a small, forgotten building wedged between two towering structures. A place no one cared about. A perfect hiding spot.
This one came together quickly.
A whisper of telekinesis rebuilt the internal structure.A gesture shaped mystic sigils into the walls.Illusions wrapped the building so tightly that even other magic users—if they existed yet—would never see it.
The Hong Kong Sanctum became the smallest, quietest, yet most efficient of the three.A precise lattice of wards.A razor-sharp anchor for the global spell.
And when the final sigil settled into the heart of the Sanctum, clicking into its place like the final key of a cosmic lock…
I was ready.
I made my way to the rooftop, overlooking the city.The wind tugged at the yellow cloak across my shoulders as I raised both hands toward the clouds.The Eye of Agamotto pulsed warmly at my chest.Magic swelled in the air until the sky itself trembled.
With a single breath, I released the spell.
Light—gold, green, eldritch—erupted outward across the horizon.Across oceans.Across continents.Across every corner of Earth.
A colossal, invisible barrier formed around the planet, stretching from atmosphere to astral plane, anchored by the three Sanctums I built:London.Gotham.Hong Kong.
A shield against demons.A wall that stopped dimensional invaders.A filter that repelled alien scouts.A net that trapped malevolent spirits.A protection that even cosmic forces would have to push hard against.
For the first time, the world was truly guarded.
The spell resonated in my bones like a deep, ancient bell.I felt every part of it—every thread that wrapped around the planet.I felt the future changing.
And standing alone on that rooftop, watching the magic fade into the night sky, I whispered to myself:
"It's done."
Earth had its Ancient One.
And I…I had just begun.