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"Anything else?"
Coulson nodded.
"Yes. The Toolbox was the secondary objective. My primary reason for coming here is to ask about the Sorcerer Supreme you mentioned."
Ethan nodded slightly. "What do you want to know?"
"Is there any way to contact the Sorcerer Supreme?" Coulson asked. He did not sound hopeful. Someone who controls powerful artifacts and hidden magic would not be easy to reach.
Ethan answered calmly.
"She runs a school to train new sorcerers. You can go there and request a meeting."
Coulson looked at him from the side. "You're saying it's that simple? I can just walk in and learn magic too?"
Ethan shrugged lightly. "Simple doesn't mean easy."
He walked toward the window.
"Magic requires aptitude. It's like an inborn talent. You either have the potential or you don't. Training helps, but without the right aptitude, you won't go far."
Coulson folded his arms. "So I can't just sign up and learn?"
"You might learn one or two minor spells," Ethan said plainly. "Basic things. But mastering it? No. That requires something more."
"And do I have that 'something more'?" Coulson asked.
"Why ask me? Ask the Sorcerer Supreme," Ethan replied with a small shrug.
Coulson nodded slowly. "Where is this school?"
"In Kathmandu," Ethan answered. "Hidden in plain sight. It's called Kamar-Taj."
He paused before adding, "And like I said, she has the Time Stone. She can see possible futures. Don't think you can trick her with careful wording. Just tell the truth when you meet her."
Coulson gave a short nod. "Yeah. If she can stop a god from invading Earth, I definitely don't want to antagonize her."
Ethan nodded in agreement.
"By the way, have you learned sorcery?" Coulson asked.
Ethan smiled slightly. "What do you think?"
Coulson adjusted his tie. "I think you have. No young man can stop himself after learning that magic exists."
Ethan gave a small nod. "I've learned it."
He moved his fingers in a strange pattern, twisting his wrist sharply. A glowing magic circle appeared in his palm. Dark green flames rose from it, burning without heat but filled with heavy energy.
Coulson looked at it fascinated by it.
The green flame flickered and then transformed into a skull-shaped burst of energy that shot forward and exploded harmlessly against the reinforced wall, leaving faint green cracks in the air before fading.
Coulson blinked. "That looked hostile."
"It is," Ethan said plainly.
He stepped forward and drew another sigil in the air. Chains made of green energy shot out from a portal beneath the floor and wrapped around a metal chair across the room, lifting it into the air.
Coulson stiffened slightly.
The chains tightened, then dissolved into glowing particles.
"Nether realm-style binding," Ethan explained. "Very effective."
He then opened a larger circular portal behind him, but instead of the golden sparks of traditional sorcery, this one shimmered with dark green light. From inside, a shadowy figure began to emerge—humanoid, armored, and radiating necromantic energy.
Coulson instinctively took a small step back.
The creature knelt beside Ethan silently.
"Summoning Magic" Ethan said.
With a flick of his fingers, the figure disintegrated into smoke.
Coulson let out a slow breath. "Director Fury is going to have a heart attack."
Ethan allowed himself a small smile.
"I'm not done."
He raised both hands. Multiple green symbols formed around him, rotating in complex patterns. The lights in the room flickered. For a moment, Coulson felt as if gravity itself shifted slightly.
Then Ethan closed his fists.
Everything stopped instantly.
Silence returned.
Coulson stared at him. "That didn't feel like regular magic."
"It isn't," Ethan replied. "It's structured differently. More aggressive. More direct."
" In simple words it's Necro or Death Magic" Ethan said.
" So, as in Necromancy in games and animes?" Coulson asked as Ethan nodded.
" Can you raise a undead?" Coulson asked as Ethan snapped his finger and then a tiny dinosaur was formed out of bones with green sigils on it.
It walked on table roaring around.
" T-Rex skeleton" Coulson looked at the skeleton as he looked excited seeing it.
Coulson stared at the tiny skeleton walking across the table.
The small T-Rex opened its bony jaws and let out a high-pitched, echoing roar. Green sigils glowed faintly between the ribs, holding the structure together.
Coulson leaned closer, clearly fascinated.
"That is both disturbing and impressive," he said honestly.
The skeleton dinosaur turned its head toward him and tapped its tiny skull against his finger.
"It's stable," Ethan explained. "Low-level construct. No soul. Just animated bone and controlled energy."
"So you're not pulling anything from the afterlife?" Coulson asked carefully.
"Not all necromancers disturb the dead," Ethan replied calmly. "Only those without real talent need a physical corpse to practice necromancy."
Coulson listened closely.
"Necromancers like me," Ethan continued, "can summon the dead from other realms—like the Netherworld, Hell, or Niflheim. There are many worlds out there."
He folded his arms casually.
"There are even alien planets where the undead are the natural living race. I can summon one of them to fight for me. And if I just need something small, I can create a construct like the one you saw. It's easy."
Coulson's expression grew more serious.
"So you're not reanimating Earth's dead… you're pulling entities from other dimensions?"
"Correct," Ethan said. "Or creating artificial ones."
"And they obey you?"
"Yes."
Coulson nodded slowly, processing the implications.
"That's… slightly better than grave robbing," he admitted. "Still terrifying. But better."
Ethan gave a faint smile.
"Hmm. Though you won't be able to learn this kind of magic at Kamar-Taj," he said.
"What do you mean?" Coulson asked, clearly disappointed.
Ethan noticed his expression. "So… you like necromancy?"
"I find it interesting," Coulson admitted.
"Knowledge is free to learn at Kamar-Taj," Ethan said calmly, "but only when you're ready. Learning something beyond your mental limits can corrupt you."
Coulson frowned slightly. "Corrupt how?"
"Power without discipline changes how you think," Ethan explained. "Necromancy especially. It deals with death, control, domination. If your will isn't stable, it amplifies your worst impulses."
Coulson considered that carefully.
"So Kamar-Taj limits access."
"Yes. They teach structure first—focus, restraint, balance. No advanced or dark branches until the student proves they won't misuse it."
"And you?" Coulson asked. "Did they approve this?"
Ethan gave a small shrug. "I didn't learn it from there "