In the span of a single breath, that sky-filling, despair-inducing tide of black claws was erased completely—Saitama, with nothing but pure speed and power, blasted it clean with his fists until not a trace remained.
For a moment, silence returned to the cavern. Only the faint haze of black smoke in the air and the web of cracks across the ground testified to the brief yet brutally intense clash that had just taken place.
On the other side of the altar, scarlet chaos magic and the foul black miasma leaking from the dark scripture were locked in a savage struggle, corroding and devouring each other. Scarlet Witch kept her eyes shut tight, beads of sweat forming at her temples. Every shred of her focus was poured into the contest over that dark scripture—the Solar Golden Scripture.
The book looked ancient and unadorned, but it felt heavier than a mountain, as if it imprisoned a maddened primordial beast that was constantly trying to break free and bite back at its handler. The pages flipped without wind, thrashing wildly. Every warped rune seemed to come alive, spilling whispers that tempted the mind and dragged the soul toward ruin.
"Hold your will, Wanda!" Doctor Strange hovered nearby, hands moving in rapid seals. The pure-white radiance of Vishanti's magic shone like warm sunlight, continuously reinforcing Wanda and building a mental barrier around her to resist the dark murmurs. "It's trying to twist your perception. Remember why you started!"
Wanda clenched her lower lip. Driven by the fierce longing and protectiveness she felt for her two children, she forced down the chaotic hallucinations rising in her mind. She focused even harder, guiding the raging flow of chaos magic within her. That power—born from the universe's origin—began to gain ground, little by little, pushing back the black corruption gnawing at the pages, sealing it in as if building a dam, locking it toward the core along the spine.
Just as her magic was about to close in completely—
Something changed.
Pushed to the brink, the dark scripture erupted with an unprecedented surge of resistance. A blinding jet of black light blasted upward, almost as if it could pierce the pyramid's crown. The pages flipped at a frenzied speed—then suddenly froze on one page in the middle.
On that page, the ancient, obscure text began to writhe like a living thing, twisting and reshaping, recombining into a paragraph written in an unknown language—more wicked, more blasphemous—radiating a heart-stopping aura of destruction.
This was the core forbidden chapter, deeply rewritten by the demon god's will—the key piece sustaining the entire sacrifice ritual.
"Now!" Strange's eyes flashed as he seized the fleeting opening. To fight Wanda's suppression and rewrite the core runes, the scripture had concentrated all its defensive power on that single page. In doing so, it exposed its heart—and temporarily weakened its protection elsewhere. "Recite the reverse incantation I gave you! Use your magic to guide it—override and reverse it!"
Wanda didn't hesitate.
She snapped her eyes open, crimson light blazing within them. Using chaos magic as a bridge, she forged her voice and will into a blade and drove it straight into the twisted text's core, chanting the purification spell Strange had long prepared—an incantation rooted in the white magic system.
Chaos magic wasn't pure light to begin with, but under Wanda's unwavering will, it carried and amplified the reverse spell perfectly.
"SSSSSS—"
A harsh sound of energy dissolution rang out—like a red-hot brand plunged into icy water.
(End of Chapter)
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