Chapter 77 : Two Wanda’s
"Witch, where did you get your new clothes?"
Finn stared at Wanda, who stood in front of him, clad in a crimson robe. The deep red fabric gave off an eerie and unsettling aura.
At the moment, her expression was just as cold as her attire. Her lips had darkened slightly, and her demeanor was hard to read.
"I... I just changed. Does it look good?"
Wanda's voice wavered slightly, sadness and fear flickering in her eyes. Her fingertips trembled as she waved her hand, and in an instant, the crimson robe vanished, replaced by her usual casual attire—a brighter, more familiar look.
She seemed nervous, her voice soft as she asked, "Or does this one look better?"
Finn narrowed his eyes. Something felt off.
He scanned Wanda carefully, searching for any abnormalities. Everything about her—her energy, her presence—was exactly as he remembered. Apart from the subtle chill in her aura, nothing seemed different.
And yet...
The Wanda in front of him felt wrong.
"Neither looks good?"