Game in Marvel

They had only accompanied Liam to make sure it wasn't a trap of some kind, and seeing that the woman and the people here at large didn't have hostility toward him, their conscience was at ease now.

Meanwhile, Liam clenched his fists. He had already lost the Blades to Mephisto, but the thought of them being used for some demonic scheme made his blood boil.

"Isn't it dangerous to have something like Primordial Fire with him?" Liam asked after both of them left. He didn't forget that the Primordial Fire was the reason for the death of many Greek gods and also the fact that it brought Ragnarok.

"If he doesn't want a war against other dimensions and gods in the multiverse, he won't show off his new prized possession. He is evil, but from what I know, not foolish," the Ancient One said.

"But it is also too dangerous to let him have those weapons. I was ignorant of the power of the Blades, but not anymore," Liam said.

"That might be true, but it can't be denied that if you face him now on his turf, you won't be able to defeat him. Until you destroy his soul, it is impossible to kill him," the Ancient One said.

"Don't we have a Ghost Rider? Why don't we ask him?" Liam said.

"You know about him too?" Now the Ancient One was really surprised. From what she knew, the knowledge of Mephisto, Ghost Rider, and the other beings was incredibly secretive, and even the open library of Kamar-Taj had very few mentions of them. It was only written in the books of her private stash and explained in detail, each and every one.

She didn't expect an outsider to know about it.

"Uh… I have only read about him from some books," Liam lied, and of course, the Ancient One didn't buy the lie, but she didn't call him out on it. Everyone had their own secrets, and so did she. It was not good to invade someone's privacy.

She had seen a glimpse of what he could do, and though she didn't understand how Liam had those abilities, she didn't question them either.

"The Ghost Rider is currently in hibernation, and he hasn't been active for a long time, so I don't know if he will help you, or you might not be able to find him either. If you want to confront Mephisto, I would suggest you have all the necessary tools required to take him down, because there should always be one lord in his dimension. So, if you kill him for real, you will have to replace him or find someone who could handle the power of his dimension," the Ancient One said.

"I understand," Liam said.

"I will give you access to my private stash of books so that you are more knowledgeable about all the beings out there. You seem to know a lot, so you can write your own book. I'd love to know more—of course, if you are ready to share," the Ancient One said.

"Thank you. And I will make a general book of what I know," Liam replied.

Both of them discussed magic, and the Ancient One even invited him to learn magic at Kamar-Taj if he wished to. Liam replied that he would think about it.

Later, as Liam and the Ancient One stepped out into the courtyard, they were immediately greeted by the sight of Tony Stark in the middle of a grand demonstration.

The sun gleamed off the ornate golden accents of his new armor—a fusion of Stark technology and mystical energy, pulsing with raw elemental power and a cape on the back. Liam hadn't seen the armor before and only knew Tony carried it in his backpack. Unlike his previous suits, this one lacked the standard mechanical bulk; instead, shimmering ethereal runes coursed along its sleek, segmented plating on his shoulders and back.

Wisps of arcane energy crackled from his gauntlets as Tony raised a hand and conjured a swirling sphere of fire, ice, and lightning.

"Okay, everyone, prepare to be amazed," Tony announced, his usual charisma on full display. "Introducing the latest in Stark sorcery—patent pending—enhanced by the Arcanist knowledge from a certain someone's bedtime reading collection." He gave a meaningful glance at Liam before flicking his wrist, sending a controlled gust of wind that kicked up a swirl of golden leaves around him.

"So… you gave Tony magic?" Rogers whispered to Liam. He wasn't caught up with the Arcanist books that Liam had provided him before, so he was a bit confused here.

"Not exactly," Liam muttered, though he wasn't surprised that Tony had progressed so much. He seemed to have remodeled the Storm javelin into a much sleeker and more effective version. He really was a genius. If it were any other time, Liam would have loved to have one of them in his arsenal, but he knew that his powers would never be able to bloom with such thick armor.

Maybe a nano armor would excite him in the future.

"Correction, Cap—Tony Stark acquired magic. And let me tell you, it's like engineering, just with way more glitter and less OSHA compliance."

As Tony continued his display, Rogers adjusted the weight of the books he and Tony had borrowed—volumes on dimensional rifts, forbidden artifacts, and a detailed history of magical conflicts. He had insisted they take only what they needed, but Tony had enthusiastically grabbed a few extra out of pure curiosity.

"Kamar-Taj is a place of discipline and enlightenment, not a testing ground for technological experiments. These books are not meant for outsiders to take," Mordo scowled.

"They are allowed, Mordo. Tony Stark has agreed to share his knowledge of Arcanist principles in return. A fair exchange of wisdom benefits both sides," the Ancient One replied while winking at Tony.

Tony got the cue and nodded his head in return. Since Liam seemed to have agreed, he wouldn't mind sharing the Arcanist books. It wasn't his anyway.