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As Hina stood amidst the aftermath of her victorious battle, a sudden surge of energy crackled in the air. A blue portal materialized before her, and a woman emerged, carrying a long sword nonchalantly on her shoulder. She surveyed the scene of carnage with a calm demeanor.
"It seems he was worrying for nothing," the woman remarked, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and assurance. "Hina, I assume?"
Hina, still on edge, shifted into a defensive stance. "Who are you?" she questioned, her voice tinged with caution.
The woman smiled, her gaze meeting Hina's with a knowing look. "My name is Cynthia, Alex's mother," she introduced herself. "That would make me your grandma. Huh?"
Hina's surprise was palpable. The mention of her father's name caught her off guard. "Grandma?" she mumbled, her mind struggling to process the revelation.
Cynthia nodded, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Indeed. Considering Alex's soul is an incarnation and I gave birth to him in this timeline... Yeah, that would make me your grandma," she explained matter-of-factly.
"Did he really send you?" Hina asked, still on guard.
"Yeah," Cynthia continued, "He saw you being chased by undeads. He wanted to come, but he suffered some injuries... Come on, we have a lot to catch up to." She pointed at the portal.
With a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, Hina followed Cynthia through the portal, entering a private plane. Inside, she found herself surrounded by a group of individuals. Harley, Jessica, Jenny, and Ophelia—Alex's grandmother—all turned their attention toward her.
"Daddy!" Hina ran toward unconscious Alex, lying on the small bed, surrounded by unknown faces, "What happened to him?" She asked with a concerned expression.
"Someone tried to erase his memories, but your telepathy powers clashed with the mental barrier, creating a small mental energy blast inside his head. I have healed him. So, don't worry. He should wake up in a few hours. But I am not certain that he will identify you," Cynthia explained the situation.
"Wait! He won't forget Harley, would he?" Harley asked with a grim and sad expression.
"I don't think so," Cynthia reassured Harley while patting her back.
Introductions were made, and Hina began to share her tragic past, recounting the horrors she had endured at the hands of the AMO after they captured her during her slumber and the Deadites. They listened intently, their eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy and anger.
Jenny hugged her after hearing her story. Although her fingers and eyes grew back thanks to the power ring, the scar marks still remain on her body. "You are safe now. We won't allow anyone to hurt you anymore. You can cry now. Don't hold back anymore. Let it all out."
Hina's emotions burst forth. The sadness and pain she had pent up in her heart burst forth all at once in Jenny's warm embrace.
"Those AMO bastards have done it this time. I will rip their limbs apart... Slowly and painfully," Jessica mumbled under her breath. She was clenching her fists so hard that her nails dug into her palm.
"If we are all drowning in anger like this, think what he will do once he wakes up and learns the truth," Ophelia said with her eyes fixed on Alex, who was still unaware of the situation.
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Meanwhile, back on the abandoned island, a crimson portal tore open in the fabric of reality. Emerging from it were two figures—Dr. Strange and Wanda Maximoff. They glanced around, their gazes fixed on the desolate landscape.
"The Book of the Dead must be here somewhere," Wanda remarked, her voice laced with a sense of urgency. The powerful artifact held the key to unraveling the mysteries surrounding the Deadites and their dark influence on the mortal realm.
Wanda summoned her magic and slammed her palm on the ground. A vibrant blast of red magic energy swept over the island.
"Shit!" Wanda sensed an evil force unlike any she had seen or felt in her life.
[Underground-Blast Chamber]
As the demonic presence enveloped Victor's body, he was no longer recognizable. His once trembling form became a vessel for the malevolent entity, his eyes now burning with a sinister light. The demon had found a host, and Victor's essence was consumed, leaving nothing but a shell of his former self.
"Bugs!" A sinister voice came out of Victor's mouth as he looked above. Then he jumped, breaking apart everything on his way, and came out on the surface.
"Here he comes," Dr. Strange flew into the sky along with Wanda.
Amidst the desolate landscape, Dr. Strange and Wanda Maximoff stood firm, their resolve unwavering. They had sensed the eruption of darkness, the unleashed malevolence that threatened to consume everything in its path. The time for preparation was over; now, they would face the embodiment of evil head-on.
Drawing upon their immense magical abilities, Dr. Strange and Wanda conjured intricate sigils and arcane symbols in the air. The air crackled with energy as their powers intertwined, forming a shield of pure mystic force to protect themselves from the demonic onslaught.
Wanda's Scarlet Witch abilities surged forth, weaving reality itself to her will. She unleashed a torrent of chaotic energy, crimson tendrils that lashed out with primal fury. Each strike carried the weight of her anguish and determination, the echoes of her tragic past fueling her powers.
Dr. Strange, a master of the mystic arts, summoned ancient spells and incantations from the depths of his knowledge. His hands moved with calculated precision, tracing intricate patterns in the air. Mystical energy swirled around him, forming ethereal shields and summoning astral constructs to aid in the battle.
The clash of forces was a spectacle of raw power and opposing energies. The demonic entity, now within Victor's form, unleashed its fury, dark tendrils of energy reaching out to strike at Dr. Strange and Wanda. But their combined strength and mastery over magic allowed them to deflect and counter each attack with precision.
Dr. Strange's Cloak of Levitation fluttered around him, providing both protection and aiding in his movements. He evaded the demon's strikes with fluid grace, his hands conjuring shields and arcane blasts in rapid succession. The battlefield became a dance of light and darkness, each maneuver a calculated response to the other's moves.
Wanda, her eyes burning with an intensity matched only by the demonic force before her, tapped into the depths of her powers. Reality twisted and warped under her influence, as she manipulated the fabric of existence itself. She channeled her chaos magic, hurling bolts of energy and manifesting illusions to confuse and disorient the demon.
The confrontation reached its peak, the clash of magic and malevolence reverberating through the island. The earth trembled beneath their combined forces, and the very air crackled with the intensity of their battle. It was a battle of wills, a struggle for the soul of Victor and the fate of all that remained.
Amidst the tumultuous clash of forces, Dr. Strange seized a momentary lull in the chaos to attempt a connection with the malevolent entity residing within Victor's corrupted form. With his hands still engaged in intricate gestures, he spoke, his voice carrying an undertone of authority.
"Demon, I beseech you to listen," Dr. Strange called out, his words infused with a commanding presence. "You have taken hold of this vessel, but know that there is still a trace of humanity within. Release your grip on him and let us reason together."
The air crackled with tension as the demonic presence paused, its attention momentarily captured by Dr. Strange's plea. The eyes that burned with malevolence regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and contempt.
"Reason, mortal? You dare to speak of reason in the presence of darkness incarnate?" the demon's voice boomed, dripping with scorn. "There is no room for compromise, no negotiation with the forces I represent."
Undeterred by the demon's defiance, Dr. Strange continued, his voice steady and measured. "You seek chaos and destruction, but know that there is a balance to all things. Embrace the possibility of redemption. Release this vessel and consider another path."
The demon's laughter echoed through the battlefield, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it. "Redemption? You speak of concepts that hold no sway over me. I am beyond such feeble notions. Darkness is my dominion, and in it, I revel."
With a surge of its unholy power, the demon launched a barrage of tendrils, lashing out at Dr. Strange with renewed fury. The sorcerer swiftly evaded the onslaught, his movements a testament to his mastery of the mystic arts.
As the battle raged on, Dr. Strange continued his attempts to reason with the demon, interjecting his spells and counters with words of persuasion. He wove intricate incantations into his defenses, channeling the energy of his surroundings to augment his magical prowess.
Though the demon scoffed at Dr. Strange's attempts, a flicker of doubt crossed its malevolent countenance. In the depths of its consciousness, a sliver of recognition lingered—a fragment of its former self, buried beneath layers of darkness.
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