This young man had saved him earlier. How had he become the culprit behind Manhattan's viral crisis in the short time since they last met?
He turned his gaze back to the sky, unwilling to miss a single word they said.
Mercer rubbed his chin, considered for a moment, and said, "I can agree to that, but I can't guarantee I'll be able to cure him."
"I'd be grateful for any help you can give me," Zombie Wanda said excitedly. Mercer really was her only option now.
Seeing Zombie Wanda's excitement, Mercer narrowed his eyes. They might seem to have reached an understanding now.
But if he really couldn't save her Vision, there was no telling what she might do.
Still, Mercer wasn't afraid at all. Chaos Magic was powerful, but it would take more than that alone to kill him.
"All right. Let me deal with the situation here first."
Mercer raised his hand to undo the Reality Stone's alterations, but suddenly remembered that the zombies Zombie Wanda had brought were still there. He looked at her.
Zombie Wanda nodded in understanding and raised her hand. Vast torrents of Chaos Magic surged from her slender palm, instantly locking onto every zombie that had followed her.
She clenched her hand, and the Chaos Magic crushed every last zombie into nothingness.
At least two hundred thousand zombies had followed Zombie Wanda, pouring in a swarm from the rift in the sky.
The sight had certainly been horrifying, but beneath Zombie Wanda's Chaos Magic, those zombies were annihilated without the slightest chance of defending themselves. Not even ashes remained, let alone any resistance.
Her swift, ruthless methods startled Mercer. Impressive. Now that's the power Chaos Magic should have. Using it just to move things around would be such a waste.
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