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After returning to the apartment, Finn opened the door just in time to find that the two witches were nowhere to be seen. After placing the ingredients on the counter and sorting them separately, he checked each room briefly, but still found no sign of them.

"Strange. Where did they go?" he muttered, confused.

He knew their habits well—if Wanda or the Dark Witch went out, they would usually leave behind some sort of small note or magical trace. But this time, nothing.

Not even a post-it on the fridge.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Shaking his head, Finn decided not to dwell on it too much. "Forget it. I'd better make something for them, otherwise they'll come back starving."

He rolled up his sleeves and got to work, not allowing himself to spiral into worry. He was familiar with their personalities. If they'd gone out for something urgent, there would be at least a magical residue in the apartment.

Since there was no trace, it was very likely that they would be returning soon.

As time passed, Finn sorted through all the ingredients with practiced hands. Once everything was prepped, he moved to the stove. Starting the fire and cooking came naturally to him now—practice really did make perfect.

Meanwhile, on a secluded, uninhabited coastline, the two witches were sparring with magic, testing the dark arts they had recently begun to harness.

They hadn't wasted any time. The moment they felt stable enough in their spell formations, they had come here—away from prying eyes—to see just how much they had learned.

Their progress had been nothing short of extraordinary. As two of the most powerful magic users in existence, both Wanda Maximoff—the Scarlet Witch—and her variant, known commonly now as the Dark Witch, were uniquely suited to the energies of the Darkhold.

Despite the Darkhold's destruction, remnants of its knowledge still lingered in magical echoes across the multiverse, and the two witches had deciphered much of it. Their innate affinity for chaos magic allowed them to rapidly absorb and replicate many of the dark spells.

Though some of the incantations were slightly different from what they were used to, the structure remained the same.

The differences stemmed mostly from regional magical dialects—nuances that came from centuries of occult evolution. But the foundational principles remained intact. They were merely unlocking parts of the Darkhold's essence still etched into the fabric of the multiverse.

Only fragments of the original text remained scattered across realities, but even those were potent. As they cast and practiced, each spell they used seemed to awaken more lingering dark magic from the earth itself.

And in doing so, they discovered something new.

Even though they hadn't fully learned every spell from the corrupted tome, they found that their control and understanding had reached a new height. Together, if they fought side by side, the success rate of executing high-tier dark magic spells had risen to about 50%.

That was already an impressive feat.

Back in the apartment, Finn placed the final garnish on a steaming plate of roasted lamb and vegetables.

"Finally done," he sighed, pleased.

He had managed to organize and cook every bit of the ingredients he had picked up earlier. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the two witches to return.

With little else to do in the meantime, he flopped onto the couch.

A few minutes later, a knock came at the door.

He got up lazily, muttering, "I hope it's not Stephen..."

Opening the door slowly, he was relieved to see the two witches staring back at him, both slightly breathless, and slightly surprised.

Fortunately, it wasn't Doctor Strange.

"Finn? When did you get back?" Wanda asked, stepping inside.

"Not long ago. You two must be starving. Come on, I've already got lunch ready."

Without waiting for a response, Finn took Wanda's hand and led her toward the dining table.

The Dark Witch followed, her expression softening. She didn't mind the gesture; it was familiar by now.

At the table, the two witches dug into the food with visible satisfaction, smiling between bites.

It was clear they had no complaints about Finn's cooking. In fact, it seemed like they couldn't get enough of it.

"By the way," the Dark Witch said between mouthfuls, pausing as she put down her fork, "while we were practicing dark magic, we felt a surge of powerful energy—a vibration, just for a moment. Do you know anything about it?"

Wanda looked up too, curious.

Finn leaned back in his chair and took a sip of water. "Yeah... I ran into something. First time for me, too."

He went on to recount everything that had happened—encountering an unknown rift in the void, a disjointed pocket of reality where time seemed broken, and worse, the presence of a sentient cosmic giant.

Not just any giant, but one that radiated awareness, as if it were a forgotten celestial being that had once ruled over entire galaxies.

"What? There's no way..." Wanda muttered in disbelief.

The Dark Witch's expression hardened. "And you fought it? Alone?"

Finn shrugged. "Didn't really have a choice. It came for me first."

The two witches exchanged glances. It wasn't just that Finn had encountered something powerful—it was that this being resided in a pocket of reality that shouldn't even exist.

A dimension outside of time.

A place like that meant one of two things: it was either created by ancient magic long forgotten... or it had been kept hidden for a reason.

"What do you think its motive was?" Wanda asked.

Finn shook his head. "Could've been anything. Could've been bored. Could've been trying to test something... or someone."

Despite all their speculation, he didn't seem overly concerned. His priorities remained the same: strengthening his mastery over arcane forces, preparing for the day when the real threat—the one prophesied to arrive months from now—would finally appear.

Not the cosmic giants. Not rogue Celestials. Not even the fragmented pantheon of demons and fallen angels still lurking in the darker realms of reality.

Only that one mysterious man mattered.

The witches said nothing for a moment.

Then Finn spoke again, calm and composed. "It's good to know these things. But don't think too much about it. Like I said before—if the bastard dares to show up again, we'll erase him. Not a problem."

He spoke so nonchalantly, as if wiping out cosmic anomalies was a casual Tuesday activity.

But his tone wasn't bravado—it was certainty.

The kind of certainty that comes with surviving the worst.

And having nothing left to fear.

Even so, he knew not to underestimate the man who was coming. The mysterious figure whose influence had already rippled across timelines.

Even the Dark Witch, in her prime, had found it difficult to challenge him.

Finn had seen what happened to her universe. Destroyed. Scorched. Hollowed out.

Cold wreckage floating in space. Shattered buildings drifting among debris. No light, no life. A reality obliterated, like a piece of jade suddenly smashed into dust.

He wouldn't let that happen again.

Not to this world.

Not while he was still breathing.

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