Chapter 142: Doom’s Frustration
Inside S.W.O.R.D. Headquarters, within the specially designed combat chamber—its walls reinforced with Kree alloys capable of withstanding high-intensity strikes—Victor Von Doom stood poised, golden magical arrays glowing across his armor.
From his hands danced shimmering threads of magic, weaving together to form a radiant longsword of golden light.
Opposite him stood Wanda Maximoff—also known as the Scarlet Witch. Chaos Magic surged through her veins, and in her hands, two crimson energy whips shimmered like coiled serpents, crackling with raw, untamed power.
Gene Mason stood just outside the barrier of the chamber, arms folded, calmly observing the sparring session between the two.
With a sudden gleam of gold, Doom lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air at an impossible angle. Wanda twisted with agile grace, flipping midair as her energy whips lashed forward like twin vipers, dancing toward Doom.
Forced onto the defensive, Doom parried desperately. Wanda’s attacks came from everywhere and nowhere, her strikes erratic but overwhelming.
Since joining S.W.O.R.D., Doom’s genius had found fertile ground. Under Gene’s personal guidance and his own relentless pursuit of arcane knowledge, his command of sorcery had progressed at a staggering pace—fast enough to leave even the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj in disbelief.
But no amount of intellect could ignore the power Wanda wielded. She lacked Doom’s discipline, but her affinity for Chaos Magic and the sheer magnitude of energy stored within her body—even Gene had privately admitted it made him uneasy.
If it came down to pure magical might, Gene himself wasn’t certain he could defeat her in a straight fight.
The duel raged on.
Gene watched with a half-smile. "Red Queen," he said softly. "Who do you think will win this match?"