"Ancestor, this is wine brewed from Rainbow Fruit." Wanda nervously offered Horn a glass of fruit wine that glowed with rainbow hues and carried a rich, sweet fragrance.
"Don't be so nervous. I'm only here to meet my granddaughter-in-law." Horn smiled amiably, then lifted the glass and savored it. "Not bad. That boy certainly knows how to enjoy himself."
Horn looked at Wanda with satisfaction, once again affirming Aaron's judgment.
"He said you were a special witch. You truly are special."
"Not really! My magic is far inferior to his."
"But you are indeed special." Horn stared into Wanda's eyes, seeming able to see through her pupils to the essence of her magic. "The Scarlet Witch, Chthon, God of the Underworld's proxy—though it seems you haven't awakened yet."
"What proxy?" Wanda asked, utterly confused.
"Your magic is Chaos Magic. In terms of quality, it ranks among the top five in the entire multiverse.
"This magic comes from an extremely powerful Dimension Lord: Chthon, God of the Underworld, who presides over Dark Magic."
"I thought it was just a superhuman ability I gained by accident!"
"This superhuman ability is no small thing, but it does come at a cost. You are the sacrifice Chthon carefully selected."
"A-a sacrifice?" Wanda's eyes widened in panic. She knew nothing about Chthon, God of the Underworld, but the word sacrifice alone was enough to send chills down her spine.
"Once your Chaos Magic is developed to a certain extent, you should be able to sense him.
"More precisely, he will be able to sense you, pinpoint your location, control your body and mind, and use you to help break his seal.
"If necessary, he can even make you sacrifice yourself, using you as an anchor to guide one of his avatars into reality.
"Given Chthon's