The incarnation of the Destruction Law's pupils suddenly contracted,
His pure white eyes fixed firmly on the spot where the pale golden ripples had vanished,
His voice carrying barely suppressed shock, fury, and a trace of disbelief,
"Old man... it was you?! Stay out of this!"
He recognized that method—altering reality.
Turning an established "result" into something that had "never happened"
Was precisely the habitual trick of that old man who always played the peacemaker!
Almost the instant the Destruction Law finished speaking,
The space before Wanda rippled like water,
And a figure shifted from illusion into reality,
Clearly appearing before everyone.
He was a white-haired old man with a kindly face and eyes as profound as a starry sky,
Dressed in simple cloth robes.
His arrival brought no oppressive force,
Yet the suffocating atmosphere around them was instantly swept away,
As if a chaotic painting had been gently smoothed flat.
"Grandpa?!"
When Wanda saw the old man's face,
She froze at first,
Then overwhelming joy surged through her heart, and tears spilled from her eyes once more.
This face had appeared countless times in her childhood dreams,
Gently guiding and comforting her,
Teaching her to understand her own powers!
So it had not been a dream—it was real!
Grandpa truly existed!
The old man of the Reality Law turned around and affectionately patted Wanda's head,
His tone like that of a grandfather soothing his wronged little granddaughter:
"Good girl, don't be afraid. With Grandpa here, no one can hurt you."
After saying that, the kindness on his face instantly vanished,
Replaced by a sharpness and majesty completely unlike before.
He raised his head to look at the Destruction Law in the sky,
Then bluntly cursed at him:
"You want to touch my only precious successor, and you call me