Chapter 158 - 154
At night, a thick, dark cloud formed, obscuring the moonlight. Between heaven and earth, darkness reigned. In this oppressive gloom, the creatures around the highway seemed to sense imminent danger and fled the area one after another.
On the side of the road, Wanda opened the Darkhold, an ancient artifact left behind by the gods of old. Her eyes glowed with a crimson light as the Darkhold hovered in the air before her, seemingly defying gravity.
Between the sky and the earth, murmurs and whispers echoed in her ears, incomprehensible yet invasive. Unprecedented spells of black magic flooded into Wanda's mind, their sinister power etched into her very soul.
Under Leon's watchful gaze, Wanda stared at the Darkhold. She was transformed—her demeanor colder, her eyes filled with an eerie indifference and ruthlessness. Black lines began to form around her eye sockets, snaking outward like tendrils of shadow.
The ground trembled faintly beneath them. The wind, stirred by unseen forces, whipped the air into a frenzy, scattering sand across the sky.
Wanda seemed no longer herself. Her gaze remained fixed on the Darkhold until, at last, she turned to Leon. Her voice, now hollow and chilling, broke the tense silence.
"The light shall be consumed by darkness. I despise the light—"
Before she could finish, Leon abruptly interrupted her dramatic proclamation with a sharp knock to her forehead. The blow was infused with armed Haki, making it firm enough to deliver a lesson but not truly harm her. Wanda staggered slightly, clutching her head in pain, tears streaming down her face.
"Your acting is way over-the-top compared to Natasha's," Leon said, exasperated. "Next time, get some pointers from her. Did you really think you could scare me with that performance?"