[The ancient kingdom's black sun fell, and its pearl lost its light.]
[Gold lost its luster, and white silk yellowed.]
Mountains crumbled, and the earth fell to ruin.
Countless pitch-black monsters surged up from beneath the earth and the seabed. Calamity breached the ancient kingdom's walls and spread across the continent.
The monsters stormed into the world above and ran rampant. Humanity fell to terror, torn apart and devoured.
Under the darkness's corruption, the people of the underground kingdom gradually lost themselves. Their bodies warped into hideous monsters. This was the price insignificant humans paid for daring to challenge the gods.
Wanda watched the brutal, apocalyptic scene, shaken beyond words.
She had never witnessed anything so horrific. The monsters blanketed the world, ravaging the land in a seemingly endless onslaught, while human corpses piled into mountains beneath their feet.
The transformed humans stared at their own faces in shock, shrill howls escaping their cursed throats.
They struggled in pain, wailed, and despaired.
And the blond boy stood on a cliff, silently overlooking the tragedy below.
Who exactly was he?
Wanda could not hide the astonishment in her eyes. If Tony Stark's illusion had revealed his weakness to her, then this Traveler's illusion had filled her with a profound wariness of the boy.
What kind of madman would have an illusion as hellish as this?
After all, fear originated from projections of thoughts deep within the mind, reconstructed from the information and knowledge stored in the brain.
The people and things within this illusion were far too vast and complex! A continent, mountains, rivers, the sky, nations and cities, and humans, monsters, and mutated creatures rendered in enough detail to distinguish them clearly.
It was too real. This illusion was far too real!
Wanda turned toward the boy beside her. Even