In Wanda's original fate, her brother Quicksilver had died, and she had been forced to kill her beloved Vision with her own hands.
When her Chaos Magic spiraled out of control, she dragged all of Westview into an illusion.
After emerging from that illusion, she was tempted by the Darkhold and sought her children in a parallel universe...
In the end, she buried herself in the dark temple before them.
Now, unaware of how tragic her original fate had been, she only wanted to stay with Apocalypse and protect Earth together.
With that conviction, the Darkhold's hold over her naturally weakened considerably.
Wanda half closed her eyes, her body rising into the air above the center of the altar.
Red Chaos Magic spread from her body, gently sweeping over the spells on the stone walls.
With each spell it swept over, a strand of red energy flowed back, forming a page before Wanda's chest.
As it swept over more and more spells, the pages grew thicker.
Finally, all the red light gathered into a black book-the Darkhold.
Wanda descended from the air, holding the Darkhold, a faint smile on her sweet face.
"Oh, Darkhold, you needn't tempt me anymore. My heart already belongs to someone. What in this world could matter more than staying by his side?"
At her words, the light on the Darkhold's surface gradually faded, drawing inward.
Wanda walked toward Ava and asked, "We have the Darkhold now. Could you take it to Tang for me?"
Ava hesitated briefly. "There's still the Book of Vishanti. If no one can find it, I'll have to tell Tang first."
Wanda's pale, delicate fingers traced several graceful hand signs, and a strand of red Chaos Magic wound around the Darkhold.
"The Darkhold tempts people into darkness. I've placed a seal