The night over Earth was unnaturally quiet.
Clouds hung motionless in the sky, and even the wind seemed to hold its breath — as if the world itself knew that something ancient was awakening.
Deep within the ruins of an old Sokovian temple, Wanda Maximoff sat in meditation. Crimson threads of magic spiraled around her, weaving runes that pulsed like living hearts. Yet tonight, her magic didn't obey her — it sang.
And somewhere across the stars, another song answered.
A low hum filled the air. The torches flickered, casting shadows that danced across the crumbling stone walls. Her eyes opened — glowing faintly red — as the chaos within her began to resonate with something vast, ancient, and golden.
"Who are you…" she whispered into the silence. "Why do I feel you in my magic?"
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The Call Across Realms
In the depths of Hel, Raizel stood at the edge of the dark river Gjöll.
The waters shimmered with souls, each one whispering fragments of forgotten names. His golden aura pulsed in rhythm with Wanda's magic — though they had never met, the two forces recognized one another instinctively.
Hela appeared behind him, her arms folded. "You've been staring into the void for hours, Raizel. Even gods rest."
"I'm not searching for rest," he replied softly. "I'm listening."
"To what?"
Raizel's wings unfurled slightly, each feather glimmering with chaotic light. "To her."
Hela frowned. "Her?"
"The other chaos," he murmured. "Born not of dragons or gods, but of humanity. The Scarlet Witch."
He closed his eyes, focusing. "She's calling out — and she doesn't even realize it."
Hela's lips curved in mild amusement. "And you plan to answer?"
Raizel's gaze turned skyward, piercing the veil between realms. "I already have."
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Between Dreams and Chaos
That night, as Wanda drifted into uneasy sleep, her consciousness was pulled elsewhere — to a place beyond time. A vast expanse of starlight and shadow stretched around her, filled with drifting fragments of galaxies and broken worlds.
And there, at the center of it all, stood Raizel.
Golden-black energy flowed from him like a cosmic storm, yet his eyes — deep and ancient — held an unexpected calm. Wanda froze, her crimson aura flaring defensively.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice echoing across the void.
Raizel regarded her quietly. "The same question I could ask you, Scarlet Witch."
"Answer me," she said, her tone sharp. "You're inside my mind."
He smiled faintly. "No. You're inside mine."
Her breath caught as the stars rippled around them, shifting into a vision — the birth of chaos, the first dragons coiling around creation, their fire forging the worlds. Among them, one dragon burned brighter than the rest — Raizel, the Chaos Dragon God.
Wanda stumbled back, overwhelmed by the vision. "This… this is impossible."
"Chaos," Raizel said softly, "is not bound by what's possible."
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The Meeting of Chaos
The space between them pulsed, golden and crimson threads weaving together in midair — their energies merging, not in battle, but in harmony. It was like two halves of a forgotten symphony reuniting after eons apart.
Wanda looked at him, her guard slowly lowering. "Why do our powers… feel connected?"
Raizel's expression softened. "Because they are. You are chaos born from emotion — the creation and destruction of will. I am chaos born from existence itself — the raw force that shapes the void."
She frowned slightly. "So what does that make us?"
He took a slow step forward, his gaze never leaving hers. "Two sides of the same origin. Your chaos gives meaning to mine."
The air shimmered. Wanda could feel his energy brush against hers — not invasive, but understanding. Like the universe itself trying to remember a forgotten melody.
"You're not afraid," she noted quietly. "Most fear my magic."
"I don't fear chaos," Raizel said. "I am chaos."
Her lips parted slightly, as if to reply — but then she saw something behind his calm demeanor. A sadness, ancient and infinite.
"You've lost something," she whispered.
He nodded once. "I've lost everything. Gods, worlds, memories. Even my beginning."
She stepped closer, instinctively reaching out — and when their hands touched, their combined power erupted in silence. Not an explosion, but a pulse — a heartbeat that rippled through every plane of existence.
The void shimmered, turning into a cascade of light and shadow.
For the first time in forever, Raizel felt peace.
And Wanda — who had spent her life haunted by chaos — felt understood.
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The Prophecy of the Norns
Far above, within the roots of Yggdrasil, the Three Norns opened their eyes. Their threads of fate twisted violently as the event echoed through the loom of destiny.
"The Chaos Dragon has found his mirror," whispered Urd, the eldest.
"The Scarlet Witch," murmured Skuld. "A mortal touched by eternity."
Verdandi's gaze turned grim. "Their union will unravel the order of all realms."
The threads of time shimmered, showing visions of collapsing worlds, merging dimensions, and gods brought to their knees.
Urd's voice trembled. "If they meet in the mortal world… even fate will bend."
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A Whisper of Connection
Back in her body, Wanda awoke with a gasp. Her heart raced, her hands glowing faintly gold and red — both colors merging in perfect rhythm.
She could still hear his voice, calm and resolute, echoing through her thoughts:
> "We are bound, Wanda Maximoff. Through chaos, through creation… and through choice."
She exhaled shakily, pressing her hand to her chest. "Raizel…"
Her voice trembled — not in fear, but recognition.
A storm was indeed coming. But for the first time, she no longer feared it.
Because now, she understood it.
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[System Update: Chaos Resonance Achieved]
[New Title Unlocked: The Scarlet Bond — Destiny Thread Between Chaos Entities]
[Warning: Norn Intervention Imminent]
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