This was a world under eternal sleep, beyond any doubt.
Whether it was JARVIS's travels around the world or four hundred years of unchecked plant growth,
everything spoke to the reality of this so-called dream world.
After everything that had happened, Wanda had unwittingly come to believe that this was another world.
Yet just as she was about to reach the Throne, someone who had not entered eternal sleep appeared.
The man's low, sensual voice reached Wanda's ears.
It was as intimate as a lover stroking her earlobe with his fingers.
Despite the tense, dangerous atmosphere, there was an undercurrent of intimacy.
"Look what we have here. A little swallow that wandered into a golden cage." The man slowly emerged from the darkness.
His wand traced her spine beneath her clothes, its flirtatious intimacy raising goosebumps across her skin.
With a low chuckle, he withdrew his wand.
In the faint light of the two rings, a handsome man with a devilish charm walked toward Wanda.
He held his hands behind his back, his black trench coat unbuttoned to reveal the waistcoat beneath.
His lips curled as he looked at Wanda.
"A witch. What a delightful discovery."
He had neither used magic nor demonstrated any other powers.
Yet facing him, Wanda felt a wave of dread and unease.
She stared intently at the man before her.
Her gaze dropped, and she saw the wand that had been pressed against her back.
Her pupils contracted, and her heart gave a violent jolt.
"That wand..."
She recognized it. In the hands of the man called the Wizard King, that extraordinary wand had worked wonders.
Having spent some time in the Wizarding Kingdom, Wanda knew that every wand was unique.
"This?" The man glanced at the wand in his hand. "It's my wand."
"Impossible.