Sparse sunlight pierced through the window lattice. The Ghosts in the air evaporated at tremendous speed, while dust-moted air danced in the sunlight. Apart from the Crimson Psionic Energy radiating from Wanda Maximoff and the tiny crackling bolts of lightning in the air, the hall, which moments ago had been filled with bloodcurdling howls, wails, and sobs, fell silent. Everything had happened so quickly that Master Daniel's arcane spell had nowhere to go. Still, he reacted swiftly and continued reinforcing Wanda Maximoff's defenses.
"I contacted the medical team. They're on their way and will arrive within three minutes. I need you to shut down all the defensive facilities here, Master Daniel." A few seconds later, Praetorian Guard Amphitryon walked over to the witch's side. Master Daniel glared furiously at the Golden Armored Giant. The latter held up a small stick of incense, its lit end releasing a refreshing wisp of smoke. Like living creatures, the smoke slipped into Wanda Maximoff's nose and mouth. Coupled with Master Daniel's low chanting, color gradually returned to the witch's face.
"Wanda Maximoff's mission is complete. She now needs comprehensive treatment."
Amphitryon spoke in an almost explanatory tone, his obsidian-black eyes, inherited from an ancient bloodline, fixed on Wanda Maximoff. Master Daniel noticed that the Praetorian Guard still maintained an attacking stance and stood within striking range—he thought he was merely being overly cautious, unaware that Amphitryon did indeed intend to attack. If the witch lost control, the Praetorian Guard would cut off Wanda Maximoff's head. Such a thing was not impossible. A Psionic who lost control would become a living portal capable of triggering a large-scale invasion, especially since Wanda Maximoff herself was the chosen of a deity.
"In the future planned by my lord, everyone must bear the responsibilities bestowed by the Human