But this process was extremely risky. No one knew what the consequences would be.
Would it really be as the rumors claimed—that once someone completely fused with the Darkhold's power, their soul would be controlled by the Ancient God Chthon?
She would be lying if she said she was not worried. But if she wanted to grow stronger, taking risks was inevitable.
Just as her master, Loren, had said, fortune was found in danger. Without taking risks, one could never achieve true growth.
Besides, no matter what happened, she had her master Loren and a group of sisters to support her. They were her greatest backing.
If something truly went wrong, she believed Loren would definitely have a way to solve it.
And all she needed to do now was gather her courage and carry it out. Once it was done, she could properly reward her master.
With that thought, her gaze became even more resolute!
What of the Ancient God Chthon's mental control?
What if I become a puppet?
As long as Master is here, there is nothing to fear. I will never be consumed by dark power!
As Wanda silently repeated those words to herself, she slowly placed both hands on the cover of the Darkhold.
Following her movement, the Darkhold erupted with a dazzling crimson radiance.
In an instant, the twisted text on its pages crawled over her arms like living creatures, spreading across her entire body.
Doctor Strange was horrified at the sight. Naturally, he could see what Wanda intended to do.
He immediately cried out, "Senior Sister, don't! Completely fusing with the Darkhold is too dangerous! You'll be controlled by its dark power and become its puppet!"
Doctor Strange instinctively rushed toward Wanda, trying to stop her reckless act, but before he could move, Zarathos's