Marvel : I'm in Westview Town

After returning to Westview.

The town had become extremely peaceful, devoid of any tension—as if it now held a special, almost nostalgic kind of calm.

Sunlight bathed the earth, warming everything under a sky that looked particularly golden and serene.

"I'm finally back. I'm really exhausted these days."

Wanda flopped onto the sofa, collapsing without the slightest concern for her usual graceful poise.

At the moment, none of that seemed necessary.

"Finn, what are you going to do next?"

The Dark Witch—Agatha Harkness—approached Finn and asked directly.

The sudden appearance of that mysterious entity earlier had been troubling enough. If the demons that figure mentioned were to show up as well, wouldn't things spiral completely out of control?

What the hell were they supposed to do then?

"She's right. Even if you did take down their '740' unit or those powerful attackers, what if more show up?"

Wanda quickly echoed Agatha's concern. This wasn't some minor issue they could shrug off.

Their worry wasn't unfounded.

"I don't have a definite answer yet," Finn said calmly, "but here's a truth we need to accept: if they come again, we'll eliminate them completely. That way, we won't have to deal with constant threats."

"You're insane!"

Wanda and Agatha exclaimed simultaneously at Finn's words.

Sure, handling a few Trask-level threats was manageable. But if the full force of the demon faction descended upon them? They'd be overwhelmed.

They could easily end up in a situation where even their combined power wasn't enough—like trying to block a hailstorm with bare hands.

"Have you forgotten how powerful they are?" Wanda burst out. "You're not even close to their level. Neither are we."

She looked like she wanted to grab Finn by the collar and shake him.

Had he completely lost it?

How could he speak with such reckless confidence?

Deep down, both Wanda and Agatha felt a gnawing dread when it came to these demons.

Their strength was unreal—far beyond what normal sorcery or mutant abilities could counter.

Even Agatha, with her centuries of dark magic knowledge, couldn't deny the overwhelming disparity.

It wasn't just about numbers either. The demons had strategy, hierarchy, and powers that defied explanation. The moment you engaged with them, you had to prepare for death—or worse.

That's what terrified them most. They weren't just strong—they felt untouchable.

But Finn... Finn didn't seem fazed.

He was calm, steady, and composed—even frighteningly so. But this was also the same Finn they'd come to respect: a man who had always been deliberate and methodical, a strategist, a leader with unmatched magical intellect.

Now that persona seemed to have vanished.

In its place was someone bold, almost arrogantly defiant.

Had something changed during his time away?

Maybe that was the only explanation.

The two witches exchanged uncertain glances before looking back at him.

"In any case," Finn said, regaining a bit of his composed tone, "let's take a break. If the demons really do show up, I assume we'll have emergency measures in place."

With that, he turned and walked toward his room, intent on cleaning up and changing into something more comfortable.

After all, the next phase involved diving into magical creation—and there was no point in wasting time.

Especially when there were spells to craft and progress to be made.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to remind Wanda and Agatha to continue their practice with dark magic.

Soon after, he stepped into the study. This time, he didn't bother casting protective seals on the door.

As long as the magical fluctuations didn't exceed a certain threshold, he figured there wouldn't be any significant impact.

Without hesitation, Finn raised his hands. Swirls of mystical energy responded immediately.

The so-called "creative magic" manifested before him in an array of shimmering glyphs and radiant pulses.

It resembled ordinary spellwork, but there was something grander about it. Each rune pulsed with luminous brilliance, wrapped in strands of condensed magical energy.

Then, Finn unleashed a surge of black aura across the runes. With a simple flick of his wrist, the runes snapped into shape—one after another—bursting with vivid light.

The glyphs spread outward, surrounding him.

In a flash, he was enveloped by a cascade of arcane light.

The room filled with intense brightness, obscuring everything else.

It was hard to tell how much time passed.

Eventually, the runes shifted again, reorganizing themselves into a powerful, hovering array of energy symbols.

Finn's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "It seems my efforts weren't wasted after all."

After all, creating new spells was no small feat. Had those months of study amounted to nothing, the disappointment would've been unbearable.

But now? Now there was progress.

Time passed quickly.

Over the next few days, Finn balanced two things: practicing and refining his magic—and enjoying some personal, intimate moments with Wanda.

To say he was living the dream might have been an understatement.

Still, neither he nor the witches allowed themselves to be distracted for long.

Under Agatha's guidance, Wanda's understanding of dark magic steadily improved. She began manipulating dark forces with more precision and confidence than ever before.

Their time wasn't being wasted.

This, too, was part of Finn's plan.

"In the coming weeks, stay focused," Finn reminded them both one evening. "Don't get distracted. Keep practicing. That's the only way we'll be ready."

He wasn't exaggerating.

They had, at most, two to three months before everything would come to a head. That left little room for error.

Preparation was everything.

If they weren't well-rested, trained, and focused by then, the consequences would be catastrophic.

"Got it. We'll work even harder starting tomorrow," Wanda said, nodding.

"I'm sure we can do it."

"But... what about the demon faction?"

Her voice trembled slightly, betraying her fear.

Finn responded immediately. "Don't worry about them. I'm sure Stephen already has detailed intel. When the time comes, he'll inform us."

"That's true..."

Wanda seemed relieved, nodding again, no longer pressing the issue.

She trusted Stephen Strange—Sorcerer Supreme, Master of the Mystic Arts. If anyone could sense demonic interference across dimensions and react accordingly, it was him.

And Finn?

Well, Finn was no less capable.

He was a force unto himself—an original creation born of ancient magic, hard-won battles, and choices that most wouldn't dare to make.

But now, they were all aligned.

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