Chapter 242: C234
Seeing the future isn't difficult, not when Leon wields the Sky Blade. With their blessing, his dominion over knowledge expands infinitely, granting him the ability to predict events yet to come.
But for Leon, such measures are unnecessary.
The current timeline no longer resembles the original. His presence alone has altered the trajectory of history, veering it onto an unpredictable path—one that neither the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One, nor the All-Father, Odin, can fully perceive.
Timelines aren't static; they're fluid, shaped by countless possibilities that shift with every thought, action, or decision. Despite this, beings like the Ancient One and Odin have accepted the changes, so long as their broader designs remain untouched. One chose to suspend her own death to traverse the multiverse in pursuit of Eternity, while the other retired to the Valhalla, leaving the mortal plane behind.
Leon shared a kinship with them in this sense—an existence behind the scenes, influencing events with clear objectives in mind. His plans were already in motion, and he awaited the harvest day with quiet patience.
Wanda Maximoff, meanwhile, sat with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
She had moved past her hatred for Tony Stark, but that didn't mean she couldn't indulge in a little mischief. Her mind buzzed with inspiration, conjuring ways to spring unexpected "surprises" on Tony. Letting Bucky off the hook earlier had been a small experiment, a test of the waters.
Now, her thoughts wandered to darker territory. She mused on how much fun it would be to amplify Bucky's and Captain America's abilities with a touch of magic before pitting them against Tony. It would be such a spectacle.
"Hehe..." Wanda grinned sinisterly, her expression so comically devious it was almost cartoonish.