Scarlet energy waves crashed against each other like tsunamis for a long time. Just as Stephen was beginning to struggle to maintain things, the sense of crisis prickling at his back suddenly began to gradually ease.
"Is the battle over?" Strange immediately sensed the danger receding as well. At the very least, that terrifying feeling that he could be erased and forgotten by everyone at any moment began to fade like a receding tide. It gave his soul, which had been trembling and suffocating as though drowning, a moment of relief.
He had never imagined that two completely unrestrained, crazed Wandas could place such immense pressure on him in battle. For a moment, he even felt that his former title of Sorcerer Supreme was somewhat undeserved. Such a resounding title ought to belong to the Scarlet Witch instead.
"It looks like it's over." Stephen felt the energy he had been pouring out like a water pump to maintain the world's stability and their safety begin to ease. He also understood that, barring any surprises, the battle had reached its end.
"Who do you think won?" Although the battle was over, Strange still did not relax. The repeated nightmares, the many ways he had died in them, and the helpless panic of being chased by Wanda with nowhere to run had left him unable to lower his guard around the Scarlet Witch in the slightest.
The scarlet layer of energy in the sky dispersed completely, turning into wisps of Red Energy that were absorbed by Wanda in casual clothes as though a whale were drawing in water. The Scarlet Witch in the red robe had her eyes closed, seemingly lifeless as an invisible force held her aloft. She slowly descended with Wanda in casual clothes.
The one in casual clothes was