Too Narrow a Definition of Life

The Scarlet Witch's dark magic turned the sky blood-red. Her own Chaos Magic, combined with the spells recorded in the Darkhold, greatly increased her magical power.

Meanwhile, Wanda was no less formidable. Her White Magic was incomparably sacred. Not only was she not at a disadvantage, but she was fiercely suppressing the Scarlet Witch's dark magic.

Strange and Wong were both stunned by the sight.

"This is a battle between the Darkhold and the Book of Vishanti."

Having been a sorcerer for many years, Wong was far more knowledgeable than Strange, so he stated it outright.

Strange was, after all, only a half-baked sorcerer. The Ancient One had casually chosen him as her successor, rushed him through his training, barely managed him at all, then tossed the position of Ancient One to him before going off to enjoy herself.

That was how the Ancient One treated him, completely differently from how she treated Jean Grey.

It was as if one were her biological child, while the other had been picked out of a dumpster.

Strange was the one the Ancient One had found in a dumpster, so she had not been particularly invested in him.

"You mean Wanda cultivated the Darkhold? Where did she get it?"

Strange pointed at the Scarlet Witch as he asked.

"How would I know?"

Wong rolled his eyes at him. If he knew, wouldn't he have gone and found it to lock it away long ago?

"Then how did she get the Book of Vishanti?"

Strange pointed even more curiously at Wanda, who was using White Magic.

This was the Book of Vishanti. The Trinity Vishanti were the patron deities of Kamar-Taj, yet Kamar-Taj itself did not possess it, while this Wanda had somehow obtained it.

It made him envious, jealous...

"Who am I supposed