❝let's just say, i'm like the bodyguard
of master strange.❞ she casually
explained to the kid. ❝so, you're
like happy hogan? but with magic
powers?❞ the boy asked innocently.
cass...
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THIRTY SEVEN | RETURN TO NEVERLAND
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With an earth-shattering roar, lightning cleaved through the sky and bit viciously into the other side of the war. Several of the aliens burst into vibrant lilac flames, the only fire that stood out from the rest. Flashes of violet lightning were immediately followed by roars of thunder so loud that they shattered the sky and shook the ground, an indication that this was no natural storm. The Masters of the Mystic Arts took the massive assault from Thanos' armada, pushing forward while keeping their shield upright, just as Cassandra ruthlessly pitched a flurry of dark spells that obliterated hundreds of Thanos' fleet. Paul, Alona, and Vesper also took charge of them, getting rid of as many of their enemies as they could. They were like a bunch of rabid dogs that couldn't just die and would be replaced by others if slaughtered. They were never going to stop, and Cassandra realized then that the plan had to change.
Because Thanos had lives to spare, they don't.
Her senses were suddenly assaulted by the foul scent of dry rot and fresh blood, and as she whirled around, she was shocked by the supernatural horror she saw. Several skeletal, decrepit forms emerged from the ground and stumbled and staggered toward her. They possessed insane eyes that glowed with madness, and their green flesh was exposed by recently opened wounds. In addition, two big monsters with twisted jaws and crazy eyes were among them.
The number of ghouls was overwhelming, but the sound they made was worse.
"Great! Thanos' army doesn't die!" roared the brunette, vexed and weary. "We got zombified aliens!" Motioning her arms, Cassandra was about to cast a hex that would vaporize all of them at once when a figure bathed in white light hovered over the army of undead beasts. Squinting her eyes, she caught a glimpse of Moon-Young's face as she slowly descended from the air and raised her hand, commanding them to stop.
"Idiots! I clearly instructed you to attack your enemies! Them!" scolded the young woman, jabbing a finger toward the other side of the battlefield. Her body shone so brightly that it glowed like moonlight. "We are your allies!"
The Sorceress Supreme cocked an eyebrow, flabbergasted and amused. The ghouls staggered away from their path, laying carnage instead on their former allies.
Moon-Young spun around on her heel to face her with a small smile painted on her lips. "Sorry, mom—I mean, Cass," she shrugged. "I'm still figuring out this mass controlling the undead thing. You okay?"
Cassandra chuckled as she snatched a shameless alien's spear, which dared to stab her, obliterating them to dust. "Yeah, I'm good. Where's your brother?"
Landing beside them, Jae-Hyuk made his presence known. "Right here!" chimed the boy, his fingertips blazing with solar fire, which he used to burn another pack of alien hounds. "I'm okay if that's what you're worried about," he grinned. "Just busy frying insects left and right."
