Turning his head to look at Siryn, Apocalypse’s gaze frightened Siryn so much that she stepped back repeatedly, but soon a smile appeared on Apocalypse’s face, and he said, “Child, you have a very strong talent. If you submit to me, I can give you more powerful power and break away from the control of those maggots!”

Looking at Apocalypse, Siryn took a step forward, hesitant. She couldn’t speak, but the expression on her face proved that she was moved by Apocalypse’s words.

However, before Siryn could say anything, the electronic collar on her neck immediately turned red, and a terrifying electric current instantly flowed through her whole body, causing Siryn’s thin body to fall to the ground and tremble continuously.

Colonel Stryker’s voice kept coming into Siryn’s ears, ordering her to stand up and fight against Apocalypse immediately. But at this moment, Apocalypse suddenly reached out and grabbed the electronic collar on Siryn’s neck. The electronic collar turned into dust at a speed visible to the naked eye and was pulled out of Siryn’s body. Even the wires and instruments buried in Siryn’s back turned into dust and left Siryn’s body, allowing Siryn to completely regain her freedom.

At this time, Apocalypse stretched out his hand and slowly clenched it into a fist, and Siryn’s body immediately began to tremble. Her originally black hair turned completely blue, and her eyes turned into gray-blue vertical pupils. Fine, scale-like lines spread across her cheeks. Siryn kept moving her drastically changed body, and suddenly opened her mouth and let out a shrill scream. Invisible sound waves bloomed, instantly destroying the surrounding houses.

“Very good, very good. Now you can control your talent and speak normally. There are no disabled people under my command. As my first knight, I grant you the right to speak! ” Apocalypse declared.

“Thank… thank you… my Lord!” Siryn stammered.

Her voice was immature, as if it was changing during puberty.

Once again because she spoke without thinking of the consequences she once again destroyed her surroundings from her voice.

Clearly she can’t control this power yet.

Nodding with satisfaction at Siryn, Apocalypse looked at Wanda and Pietro who were standing nearby and were not affected by the sound waves under the protection of Sebastian’s magic. Excitement and covetousness appeared in his eyes!

Apocalypse sensed the immense power radiating from Wanda and Pietro, especially Wanda. Her raw, untamed energy sent a shiver of unease through him—a force that dwarfed even his own formidable abilities. She hadn’t yet mastered this power, which made her the perfect prize for him to claim.

Such a force was too great for a mere knight. Apocalypse craved more: he wanted to invade Wanda’s body, to seize her chaos magic by transferring his consciousness into her. But there was also Pietro, with his unparalleled speed—an ability Apocalypse lacked. If he took Pietro’s body instead, he could restore his male form and claim both their powers. Then, he would ascend to true godhood.

“Come to me, my children,” Apocalypse intoned, his voice a low, commanding rumble. “Abandon that wretched human. You are my kin, destined to serve as my knights.”

“Serve you? Become a monster like you? Never!” Wanda snapped, her eyes blazing with defiance.

Apocalypse tilted his head, his expression a mix of pity and menace. “Rebellious. I’ll reshape your mind soon enough.”

With a flick of his wrist, the house beneath Sebastian, Wanda, and Pietro shattered into a swirling storm of sand and debris, rushing toward Wanda and Pietro to engulf them. Simultaneously, a razor-sharp blade of sand hurtled toward Sebastian’s throat.

Sebastian hadn’t fled earlier because he knew escape was futile in this sealed space, locked by Apocalypse’s power. Instead, he chose to stay, curious to test the might of this so-called first mutant.

His magical powers had grown immensely, tempered by experience. He no longer flinched at danger, carrying a quiet confidence backed by his new wand.

In his old world’s terms, he had the strength to take risks and the skill to back it up.

Besides, running now would only delay the inevitable. Apocalypse would pursue, and the sealed space would remain. Better to face him here, break his hold, and restore freedom of movement.

With a deft flick of his wand, Sebastian cast Repello, dispersing the choking dust cloud and pushing it back.

He guided Wanda and Pietro to solid ground and said, “Stay safe. I’ll handle him.”

Another wave of his wand unleashed Serpensortia, drawing sand and gravel from the earth. The debris fused into a massive stone serpent, its jaws snapping as it lunged at Apocalypse.

But as the serpent neared, Apocalypse’s power unraveled it, reducing it to dust. The dust reformed into a barrage of sand blades, slicing toward Sebastian.

Sebastian countered with a sharp shake of his wand, casting Reducto. Glowing rays of destructive energy arced through the air, each shift in their path shattering a sand blade. Within moments, the Reducto rays closed in on Apocalypse, targeting his vital points from every angle.

A low hum filled the air as an invisible shield materialized around Apocalypse, deflecting the Reducto rays with ease.

Apocalypse’s eyes narrowed as Sebastian waved his wand once more, summoning two enormous hands of stone that reached for him. Shock flickered across his face. How could a mere human wield such power?

Apocalypse regretted provoking Sebastian at this moment, but pride kept him from retreating. His first battle after awakening couldn’t end in fleeing—not when Wanda and Pietro’s powers were within reach. Their abilities, especially Wanda’s chaos magic, were too valuable to abandon.

He thrust his hands upward, and the surrounding buildings and ground dissolved into swirling dust. The sand crushed the massive stone hands Sebastian had conjured with Transfiguration, reducing them to nothing. Apocalypse’s power surged outward, disintegrating more structures, streets, and even unfortunate bystanders who couldn’t escape, transforming them into a churning cloud that gathered around him.

Sebastian’s gaze flicked to the trapped civilians. Black smoke erupted from his body, coalescing into shadowy wings. With a swift Apparition, he scooped up Wanda and Pietro, soaring into the sky and racing toward the desert beyond Cairo.

Shifting the battlefield to the open desert would spare Cairo’s residents from Apocalypse’s destruction. Sebastian wasn’t a saint, but he refused to let an entire city perish in their clash.

Apocalypse, watching Sebastian flee, assumed his opponent’s power was faltering. Burdened with Wanda and Pietro, Sebastian seemed no match. Emboldened, Apocalypse summoned a vortex of dust, lifting himself and Siryn into the air to pursue.

Sebastian landed atop a dune in the desert, releasing Wanda and Pietro. He glanced at the purple-red glow staining the sky, the space still sealed by Apocalypse’s power. Frowning, he turned to face his approaching foe.

Though he held the Space Gem, Sebastian couldn’t risk using it. An uncontrolled activation might hurl him into another parallel world, a mistake he couldn’t afford. For now, the gem stayed dormant.

As Apocalypse descended, Sebastian waved his wand, casting Wingardium Leviosa. Wanda and Pietro floated backward, safely distanced from the fight. A torrent of sand and dust roared toward Sebastian, engulfing him in a suffocating wave.

Wanda’s body flared with crimson light, her chaos magic surging as she prepared to intervene.

But a spark ignited within the dust cloud, blossoming into roaring flames. The fire spread like wildfire, as if the sand itself were fuel, erupting into a towering wave of dark red Fiendfyre. The cursed flames, summoned by Sebastian’s wand and amplified by the Ring of Harnessing Power, devoured the dust, surging toward Apocalypse with relentless hunger.

Apocalypse’s expression twisted with alarm. These unnatural flames, capable of consuming even sand, were a direct counter to his powers.

As he raised his hands to conjure a shield, Siryn stepped forward, unleashing a piercing scream. Invisible sound waves rippled outward, forming a shimmering barrier that halted the Fiendfyre in its tracks. The flames, so devastating against physical matter, couldn’t breach the intangible sonic shield.

Apocalypse’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. The interplay of abilities was unforgiving. Sebastian’s Fiendfyre, a terror against solid forms, was powerless against Siryn’s sound waves. Even flames that could burn souls were useless if they couldn’t reach their target.

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