Ghosts of Vormir

As soon as the thought came to mind, they acted. The Bifrost sped through the vast, boundless expanse of space like a starry sea in the dead of night, then slammed down onto a lonely, pitch-black planet in an instant!

The towering rainbow pillar faded, revealing Leon and Wanda standing hand in hand.

Thanks to Judger Arishem's generous contribution, Leon's understanding of most of this universe's secrets and star charts had advanced by leaps and bounds.

With a quick search, he could find Vormir, where the Soul Stone currently lay, within Arishem's memory bank.

It was a desolate planet whose surface was covered in jagged black rock. As far as the eye could see, there was no sign of life.

There were only countless bizarre, ghostly rock caverns eroded by time.

The dim sky was almost entirely shrouded in eerie storm clouds. Only the air pierced from above to below by the Bifrost allowed a faint glow to fall.

It lightly illuminated the path ahead of Leon and Wanda: a pitch-black cave whose broken dome was visible right from the entrance.

"Where is this?"

Wanda did not like the deathly atmosphere pervading Vormir. Instinctively, she tightened her hold around Leon's arm and asked him.

"Welcome to Vormir, Mr. Leon Stark, the future supreme lord destined for omnipotence and Omniscience, and Miss Wanda Maximoff, the future omnipotent master of Chaos Magic."

Before Leon could answer,

a dark figure draped in a black robe that concealed its entire body drifted out of the darkness at the cave entrance ahead, like a ghost.

His feet hung above the ground as he floated in the air, weightless and utterly devoid of the sense of a living creature, creating an extremely eerie impression.

His voice sounded as though his throat had been scorched by boiling