Chapter 152: The Sorcerer Kaecilius
Wanda couldn’t help but let out a faint laugh. So this confused, scruffy middle-aged man... was actually the terrifying monster from earlier?
Meanwhile, a mysterious sorcerer who had been silently observing the battlefield made a swift gesture with his hand and vanished into the twisting air. In the next moment, he reappeared in a special realm—parallel to the real world but entirely separate from it: the Mirror Dimension.
A broad street unfolded beneath his feet, stretching endlessly forward as if he had transcended the laws of physics. He glided effortlessly above it, like gravity itself had lost interest in applying to him.
But then... things started to get weird.
The space surrounding him began to fold in on itself. The towering skyscrapers flanking him shifted unnaturally, sliding sideways in perfect symmetry before tilting upwards at a crisp ninety degrees, forming vertical walls. Pedestrians and cars on the street mirrored this change, continuing to move as if nothing unusual had occurred—except now, they were heading up.
The road beneath his feet curved, folding into a complete 180-degree arc, trapping him like a fish inside a bowl.
Yes—this space was a cage, closing in on him from all directions.
"So... Kaecilius the Sorcerer?" A cold, synthesized voice echoed beside Kaecilius’s ear. "Don’t be in such a hurry to leave. I don’t think we’ve really had a proper conversation yet."
Kaecilius turned.
Descending from the sky was a sleek, obsidian-black mech suit, its V-shaped visor gleaming with crimson light.
Gene Mason.