Chapter 122

Sokovia, late at night.

At this time, the people of Sokovia had stepped out of their homes, gazing at the sky in awe. The night was illuminated by a blue aurora, a breathtaking spectacle that seemed like a magical phenomenon. However, as they watched, the aurora began to condense and twist into a thin, jagged shape, like a violent tear in the sky. In the quiet, cloudless night, a thunderous rumble suddenly erupted.

The blue aurora, now shaped like a crack, ripped the sky open, and from it, a blue streak shot downward like a meteor, vanishing from sight in moments.

The sky returned to normal, but the strange celestial event had left the people stunned, exchanging bewildered whispers.

Meanwhile, in a quiet cemetery not far away, a grieving couple had just finished visiting the graves of their twins, who had recently died in a car accident. The couple walked away, their backs heavy with sorrow.

At that very moment, a blue light descended from the sky, crashing into the ground near the couple. When the dust settled, they saw a young man and woman lying there—one with silver hair, the other with red.

The old couple hurried toward them, astonished. The young pair bore a striking resemblance to their lost children. Trembling, they prayed and thanked God for returning their children to them.

The two young strangers awoke, looking at the couple with blank expressions. They couldn't remember who they were or how they had come to be there. A strange emptiness lingered, as if a vital part of them had been lost. It felt like they were missing a limb, and yet, they couldn't recall anything about their past.

Both were dressed in simple clothes, with no belongings except for a ring worn by the young woman. The ring, embedded with a blue gemstone swirling with dark tendrils, emitted an eerie coolness. As the woman touched the ring, she felt an inexplicable sense of attachment to it, as though it was the most precious thing in her life. But beyond that, her memories were a blank slate.

The old couple took them in, insisting they were their long-lost children, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, who had simply lost their memories in the accident.

...

At the same time, when the blue aurora had appeared over Sokovia, a disturbance occurred far away at a S.H.I.E.L.D. underground base.

The Tesseract, encased within a containment device, began emitting powerful gamma radiation, flooding the base with blue light. Alarms blared as the readings spiked, and agents scrambled to control the sudden surge in energy. But just as quickly as it had started, the event subsided, and the Tesseract returned to its dormant state. Nick Fury and Agent Hill exchanged concerned glances, unsure of what had just occurred.

...

Abel, unaware of the happenings in Sokovia and at S.H.I.E.L.D., felt a sudden chill from the Lord of Frost artifact on his left hand, though it quickly faded. After ensuring there was no immediate danger, Abel relaxed.

Kaecilius had already left to return to the real world, determined to assist Abel in his ultimate plan.

Abel stood atop the building for a long time, lost in thought. Since arriving in this world, he had often felt uncertain, unsure of his purpose. He had spent his time strengthening himself in preparation for future crises, but now he had finally found his direction: to uncover the ultimate source of magic and pursue it with all his might.

With his decision to establish a magical organization called the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Abel was ready to move forward. The name had nostalgic value for him, connecting his past life to his current ambitions. What he once thought of as a mere phase in his life now felt like a cherished memory. If his current world was his true home, then the world from his previous life could be called his second home.

With a sigh, Abel opened a portal to Kamar-Taj.

The Ancient One was waiting for him in the pavilion, seated calmly.

Abel approached, sitting down in front of her. "Master Ancient One, I've come to collect the compensation promised by High Priestess Frigga."

The Ancient One handed him three shark teeth, placing them before him. "These three teeth each contain a different Atlantis magic, all on par with the Blood Shark Bite spell. Such high-level magic is rare, even in Atlantis."

Abel examined the teeth, sensing the magic within them.

Poseidon's Sword!

Wrath of the Whale!

Siren's Voice!

After assessing them, Abel acknowledged their potency, each spell just as powerful as Blood Shark Bite and Water Serpent Strangle. He was particularly impressed by Siren's Voice, which served as an auxiliary magic and intrigued him the most.

He carefully stored the three shark teeth before turning back to the Ancient One. "Master Ancient One, Kaecilius is now under my guidance. You can rest assured."

The Ancient One smiled warmly, clearly relieved. "That is indeed the best outcome. I am personally grateful to you for taking him in."

"You've helped me greatly, Master Ancient One. If you ever need assistance, please don't hesitate to ask," Abel offered.

The Ancient One was about to respond, but as she saw a fleeting emotion in Abel's eyes, she hesitated. After a moment, she nodded and said, "Very well. If I ever do need your help, I will not hesitate to ask."

"That's good to hear. For now, I'll take my leave."

"Goodbye, Master Abel," the Ancient One said, watching him rise.

"Goodbye, Master Ancient One," Abel replied.

He opened a portal and departed from Kamar-Taj.

The Ancient One remained seated in the pavilion, sipping her tea. Behind the cup, she wore a serene and sincere smile.