"I'm afraid what erupted in this strange world wasn't a biological crisis at all. This attack targeted the mind, and none of us had any way to defend against this kind of mental assault. The situation is terrible."
By the second-floor window of the bar, Shang-Chi spoke as he ate sealed bread he had found in the bar's storage room that had not yet expired.
"I have no idea what you went through." Jarvis blinked and said, "This mental attack was completely ineffective against me. I also can't imagine what those two heard and saw that drove them to hurt themselves so desperately."
Jarvis looked utterly helpless. If he had to sum up everything that had happened tonight in one sentence, it would probably be, "Humans are fucking interesting." And if he added another, it would be, "I don't understand it, but I'm deeply shaken."
Jarvis knew that although Scarlet Witch Wanda and Quicksilver Pietro had drifted from place to place since childhood, their powerful abilities had spared them much physical suffering. Wanda could shriek in a soprano pitch just from pricking her finger on a rose thorn.
But last night, she had gouged out her own eyes with a rough branch. Yet now, she wore the relieved expression of someone who had survived a disaster. What could she possibly have seen to change so drastically?
Jarvis had no choice but to hold Wanda's hand at all times, because losing her sight had left her deeply insecure.
More importantly, worried that she might lose control and hurt her companions, Wanda had directly crippled herself. She had poured every bit of Chaos Force she could control into her eyes and destroyed it.
Now, she could not contact Chthon at all, nor did she dare draw upon this universe's Chaos Force. She