In the virtual old-era New York City, on the open-air balcony of the New York Sanctum.
Gu Yi looked lost. Her darkened eyes were slightly sunken, making her appear incomparably aged at that moment. She stared blankly at the silent, deserted city district, yet could not find any trace of Kyle.
The Sorcerer Supreme who had once seemed omnipotent, who had lived for centuries without aging and suppressed evil dimensions, now appeared exceptionally helpless and fragile.
Like an old woman...
No one could resist the ravages of time. No matter how powerful Gu Yi and Odin were—one guarded Earth, while the other ruled the Nine Realms—they too would one day grow old.
After growing old.
Their once resourceful minds would become sluggish, their once vigorous bodies would decay and weaken, and the formidable energy they once possessed would gradually wear away.
When that day truly arrived, it would mean that Marvel's old generation had completely passed, and a new generation was about to be born.
It was a cycle.
But now.
Standing at the edge of that cycle, Gu Yi still refused to admit that she had grown old, until a faint unnatural sound came from nearby, at the other end of the open-air balcony behind her.
That sound was incredibly subtle, yet to her ears, it was unbearably piercing, as though it were telling her, "You really have grown old."
The expression on Gu Yi's face shifted from surprise to realization, then sorrow, before finally returning to its usual calm.
The black-gray gleam in Gu Yi's eyes gradually faded, and the veins at the corners of her eyes settled back down. Having lost the power of the Dark Dimension, her body seemed somewhat tired and weak, yet she felt a sense of relief in her heart.
She turned around.