Golden lines traced an invisible circle, swiftly enclosing New York City. A wall of light rose from the lines on the ground, like a Poké Ball snapping shut, attempting to completely sever the section of space containing New York from the Main Dimension.
Though this would render the New York Sanctum unusable, it did not matter. The Antarctic Sanctum Sanctorum was still available, and the Earth Protection Spell Formation still had three fulcrums, maintaining its most stable triangular configuration.
This time, Wanda had put every ounce of strength she had into it. Dressed like a Shibuya gal, the brown foundation on her face ran with sweat, revealing her originally fair, delicate skin and making her look like a tabby cat.
On a psychic level, she sensed Chthon resisting her. He had noticed her and locked onto her.
Then came a terrifying sensation, as though she were alone on a surfboard in the vast ocean, facing down a black tsunami crashing toward her. And the tsunami was alive—it was coming specifically for her.
The next second, she might be smashed flat against the surface and sink into the endless, shadowy depths.
Before a demon god who controlled the Source of Chaos Energy, the Chaos Magic she could wield was negligible. Worse still, the Great Shadow had reacted and was trying to reverse the separation process.
But at that moment, Wade had already assumed that Cousin had accepted his price, and he activated his gems to intervene in the invisible struggle.
Wanda's pressure immediately eased, because in the psychic confrontation she saw, a bastard suddenly appeared above the oncoming black tsunami.
It was not just Deadpool. Four terrifying monsters with red, pink, blue, and green skin were also there, riding skateboards as they chased Deadpool over the black crest, laughing and playing.