Homelander waved a hand.
A crystalline full-length mirror appeared out of thin air before Ancient One.
Ancient One raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror.
She was a woman who appeared to be only around thirty years old.
Her features were exquisite, her bearing cool and aloof. Her long black hair added a touch of breathtaking beauty to her former majesty.
This was how she had looked centuries ago, before she became the Sorcerer Supreme.
Ancient One stared quietly at the mirror for a long time without speaking.
She raised a hand as fair as jade and gently touched her cheek, feeling that long-lost warmth and sensation.
For centuries, in order to protect Earth, she had abandoned her appearance and mortal emotions, borne the stigma of stealing dark power, and walked alone through pain and guilt.
She had believed this was her destiny, one that would end only on the day she died in battle.
But now, everything had changed.
Not only had she regained her youth, but she had also obtained power even greater than before.
Ancient One closed her eyes and forcibly suppressed the turmoil in her heart.
When she opened them again, her gaze had returned to its usual calm composure.
She turned to face Homelander.
"Thank you, Anthony."
Ancient One's voice remained calm, but beneath that calm seemed to linger an indescribable emotion.
"You have not only given me true freedom, but also allowed me to reclaim the past..."
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She raised both hands, rapidly forming seals with her fingers as golden magical sparks danced through the air.
A faint wave of magic swept past, and Ancient One's long, silky black hair vanished.
Her peerlessly beautiful face disappeared beneath magical disguise, returning her to