"How will you help me?" The Ancient One drew a long breath.
She'd borrowed Dormammu's power and lived centuries beyond her time.
If Leon could stop the Dark Dimension's corruption, why hunt for a successor at all?
Why die if you can still guard the world?
Death only loomed because her power might spiral out of control—turning her into Earth's final boss instead of its protector.
"Simple." Leon Ragnell lifted his right hand. Ribbons of sigils spilled from his palm, weaving into a wide magic circle that unfolded between them.
The Ancient One was quiet for a beat.
She hadn't expected Leon to digest Kamar-Taj's arts this fast.
Leon hadn't either. Maybe not a Saiyan thing; more like Namekian or Buu—cells built for learning.
Buu wasn't just a living weapon for Babidi; his scariest trait was learning. Almost any technique—one glance, mastered.
That was exactly how magic felt to Leon: every syllable's meaning, each incantation's energy route, the micro-techniques of mental sensing—
touch it, and it decomposed into first principles.
Study it, and the "secret" vanished.
The Ancient One examined the array and blinked in surprise.
This circle asked her to feed power into Leon—who would then process those arcane particles and return them to her.
In other words, let her power loop through Leon's body.
Could Leon really transmute Dark Dimension energy—Dormammu's taint?
"Well? Want to try?" Leon smiled.
She inhaled, then nodded. "All right."
If Leon made a grab for her power, she could still counter. Strong as he was, he wasn't beyond her to check.
They seated themselves at opposite ends of the circle.
Light rose from the sigils.
In practice, the method was nearly what she'd guessed: draw the black arcane particles from the Ancient One into Leon; let the Buu cells devour the corruption; then send it back as purified power.
Leon's body became a filter.
Dark particles → violet-gold ki → reconverted to primal arcane particles → back to the Ancient One.
He'd considered simply eating her power.
Then dismissed it.
First, she was stronger; he wouldn't get much, and a backlash would hurt.
Second, he needed a good relationship with her. In magic, she was his guide—his teacher.
He wasn't about to commit betraying one's master.
Breaths mingled. Currents crossed.
The Ancient One felt the dark grains rip from her core—the trace of Dormammu carried into Leon's body—
and what returned was clean magic surging into her channels.
And yet…
She could still access Dormammu's black arts.
"This one is… astonishing," she murmured, eyes widening.
She said no more, simply focused—pouring the dark-tainted particles into the circle, letting them run through Leon, and taking them back purified.
"Whoa…"
Even Leon was taken aback.
How much had she borrowed from Dormammu?
How long had they been at it?
A day—two—a month?
Why wasn't it over yet?
So… he wasn't the only one with thoughts about not returning borrowed power.
Even the Sorcerer Supreme had been… less than perfectly upright.
…
Dark Dimension.
An eye opened.
Dormammu—felt something vanish.
The portion of power contracted to the Ancient One—the black grains tied to her by pact—had fallen out of his grasp.
Completely severed.
Gone for good.
The Ancient One—
that thief—
had made his power entirely her own?
"Impossible!" Dormammu's shock rippled the gloom; for the first time in ages, he felt a stab of loss.
This wasn't like Leon nibbling at the Vishanti—a mosquito bite, annoying but beneath notice.
This was different.
What the Ancient One had just stolen was substantial.
It felt like someone had chopped off one of his arms.
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