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The crimson energy waves collided with each other like a tsunami for a long time. Just when Stephen was having a hard time maintaining it, the sense of crisis that seemed like a thorn in his back suddenly began to gradually ease.
"Is the battle over?" Strange immediately sensed the crisis receding. At least the dreadful feeling that constantly made him think he would be wiped out and forgotten by everyone began to recede like the tide. This also gave his drowning, suffocating, and trembling soul a moment of relief.
He had never imagined that the two completely reckless and frenzied Wandas could bring him such immense pressure in their fight. For a moment, he even felt that his former title of Sorcerer Supreme was somewhat unworthy of its reputation, and that this prestigious title should have belonged to the Scarlet Witch.
"It looks like it's over." Stephen felt himself being pumped out like a water pump. The energy used to maintain the stability of the world and his own safety slowed down. He also understood that if there were no accidents, the battle would have come to an end.
"Who do you think won?" Even though the battle was over, Strange still couldn't let his guard down. The nightmares, the various ways he'd died, and the feeling of being chased by Wanda, left him feeling helpless and uneasy.
The crimson energy layer in the sky dissipated, transforming into strands of red energy that were absorbed by the casually dressed Wanda like a whale swallowing water. The other Scarlet Witch, also in a red robe, had her eyes closed, as if she had lost her life. She was held in mid-air by an invisible force, and slowly fell downwards along with the casually dressed Wanda.
The one in casual clothes is Wanda, and the one in robes is Scarlet Witch.
After Strange immediately identified the person, he saw the Scarlet Witch's slightly rising and falling chest and the relaxed expression with a hint of happiness on her face, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Although Scarlet Witch had been pursuing him for so long, causing him great psychological trauma and trouble, if possible, she could still avoid death, which was still a good ending he could accept.
"How's she?" Strange couldn't wait to ask after Wanda and Scarlet Witch had landed. Although Scarlet Witch appeared to be alive, he still needed answers from Wanda about her condition. For example, what was happening to her? Would she wake up? When would she wake up? Would she still go crazy after waking up? If so, what should he do?
"Get out of the way." Stephen stepped forward and pushed Strange aside. As he watched, he placed a black box against Scarlet Witch's body. The box immediately began to split apart, the more it split, the smaller it became. Eventually, the palm-sized box split into a set of black clothes that looked like cotton and linen.
After doing all this, Stephen clapped his hands and, in the process, eliminated the mirror dimension, which was a big energy consumer.
The world suddenly seemed to have been cleansed, leaving behind the radiation effects of that high-dimensional energy in the mirror dimension. Everything around them remained normal, without the green trees and buildings that had been repeatedly destroyed by the energy fluctuations.
"She's fine. I just guided her to have a beautiful dream in her spiritual world." Wanda answered Strange's question at this time.
"Is this solved?" America finally dared to come forward and ask, but at this moment she still looked a little cautious, hiding herself behind Strange, her small hands tightly grasping his levitation cloak, like a timid yet curious little animal, as if she would quickly run away at the slightest sign of trouble.
"How can it be resolved so quickly? There are quick solutions, but no one can say for sure whether there will be any serious side effects or recurrences. I have to slowly inquire and treat her. Perfect treatment would require her cooperation." Wanda smiled gently. Compared to Scarlet Witch's calls for America to be killed, Wanda's attitude towards her was quite good. Perhaps it was because she had been an elder for a long time.
"Aftereffects?" Strange and America both paid attention to a possible situation that Wanda mentioned.
"Yes, sequelae. If not treated properly, the sequelae will not only affect her, but also your world and the surrounding multiverse. But please rest assured, I am experienced now and will cure her thoroughly." Wanda thought Strange and the others were worried about the future, so she took the initiative to comfort them.
"She looks peaceful! I mean, ever since the war, when I saw her again in seclusion, she's always given me a sense of rage, paranoia, madness, and fear. This is the first time I've seen her so quiet and peaceful, even revealing happiness." Strange said with emotion, "How did you hypnotize her? Her strength and mental attributes are almost fully resistant to this. She's a master at hypnotizing people's consciousness and twisting their will."
"Me too." Wanda glanced at Strange.
"Sorry." Strange gave an awkward smile as America gently tugged at the hem of his shirt from behind him. Wanda's gentle and approachable demeanor always made him unconsciously distinguish her from the Wanda in his memory, seeing her as two different people. His mind and spirit wouldn't have overlooked this, but there was something uncanny about her that easily, subtly, and spontaneously bypassed his mind and spirit, leading him to this perception.
It seemed as if the Wanda before him was merely a twin of the Wanda in his memory, with the same face but a completely different personality, memories, and experiences. On first sight, one might have considered her another Wanda with a similar past, but the longer they interacted, the stronger this distinction and cognitive correction became. Now, Strange was practically considering the two Wandas completely different, not even a multi-dimensional isotope, but independent individuals.
"Her mental will and energy attributes certainly wouldn't allow her to be hypnotized so easily. But just because it's difficult doesn't mean it's impossible. As long as the necessary conditions are met, even if she's already deep in paranoid madness, it's not impossible to hypnotize her.
Furthermore, rather than hypnotizing her, it was more like she spontaneously cooperated with me in the end. While her mind resisted, her subconscious cooperated. All it took was the slightest loophole for me to exploit and expand, securing victory.
I told you, I'm very experienced in treating Wanda now! I have extensive experience treating multiple isotopes! I'm an expert in this area! Even though I'm just a one-person doctor." Wanda waved her hand gently and carefully carried the sleeping Scarlet Witch to her villa. After Pietro saw the dust settle, he headed for another nearby villa. Lying by the window of that villa were two girls, about eight or nine years old, and a little boy around ten.
"How did you do it?" Strange ignored Pietro's departure. He wasn't familiar with him, and he'd never actually met him. This was the first time he'd met one of Wanda's living relatives. He was eager to learn how Wanda had managed to get Scarlet Witch to willingly be hypnotized. If possible, he wanted to learn this method, so that if Scarlet Witch went mad again in the future, he wouldn't be left helpless, like he was now, running around the multiverse looking for reinforcements.
"It's simple. You just need to be strong enough to suppress her," Wanda explained nonchalantly, causing Strange's face to fall. If he could defeat the mad Scarlet Witch, would he have to flee with America? Perhaps in the future, he could, but that future would presuppose Scarlet Witch's power stopped growing, or she completely gave up her power.
"The truth is that simple. She wants to replace me and become me, but she can't do anything about me. This despair will bring about crazy self-destruction or destruction. But if my power at this time can stimulate her subconscious mind and give her a hopeful and beautiful dream, her subconscious mind will unconsciously cooperate with me. If hypnosis is a kind of medicine, then I just put the medicine in front of her. She has her own choice whether to take it or not." Wanda looked at Strange, whose face fell, and patiently explained a few more words.
Strange nodded, understanding that this was a treatment only Wanda could use. After all, their powers came from the same source and their methods were similar, but Wanda was clearly far more powerful than the mad Scarlet Witch in every way. This, coupled with her status, was indeed the basis for achieving her goal.
"How do we treat her? I mean, is there any way I can help?" Strange followed Wanda up the stairs and entered the villa.
The room was clean and cozy, with children's toys everywhere.
"I have to gain her trust first. The more trust she has, the more confident I will be in the treatment. You know, chaotic energy combined with mental paranoia is a big trouble that is difficult to deal with. Fortunately, I am very good at this now." Wanda said.
"I'll do whatever you say. You're the expert!" Strange waved his hand and sat down on the sofa with Stephen.
"Are you alone?" Strange was surprised to see Wanda sitting down on the sofa next to them, pouring them some water. The terrifying battle just now seemed to have had no effect on Wanda. The moment it ended, she had shed her intimidating combat state and become much more approachable. Now, she looked more like an ordinary person with a happy family.
"The two children are with Pietro. Pietro's free today, so he'll help take care of them," Wanda said calmly. Unnoticed, Scarlet Witch's eyelids twitched as she mentioned the children, as if waking from a dream. Clearly, even immersed in her own dreams, her powers still allowed her to maintain some awareness of the outside world. And the children were undoubtedly the key that most touched her.
"Where's the father? I mean the child's father." Strange took the tea Wanda handed him, took a sip, and then asked with a relaxed and satisfied look. At this moment, he seemed to blend in naturally here, and asked casually as if he had known Wanda for a long time.
"Father? I've never been married. Maybe in other universes, another me has a lover, but I don't. Most of my former patients and lovers were an artificial human named Vision, created by Stark and Crazy Ultron. But in our universe, Ultron exists, but the Vision you are familiar with does not exist.
Because a very important part of Vision, the Mind Stone! After the Battle of New York, it did not fall into the hands of Hydra, but was intercepted by Luke, who took it for research.
"By the way, has Stephen ever told you about Luke?" Wanda answered casually, and asked Strange a question at the end.
"I think I've heard of it before?" Strange suddenly doubted his own photographic memory. He wasn't even sure if Stephen had mentioned this familiar name before.
"The special thing about this universe is that there is an extra Luke. Maybe you should take a look at this planet. I dare not say that there is no second one like it in the multiverse, but as far as I know, it is indeed unique now." Wanda did not say more on this topic, and prepared some snacks for Strange and the others, mainly for America.
"I believe this. I can feel some huge energy source hidden here that can serve as magic. Is it that psychic power?" asked Strange.
"Yes. On this planet, psionic energy is the dominant energy of the first order! Whether it is the power of hell or the power of other dimensions such as the dark dimension, it will be forcibly filtered and dominated. The wizards of Kamar-Taj have overhauled their temple at least three times over the years." Wanda replied.
"What about the child? If there's no father, how did you get your child?" America asked subconsciously, her face turning pale. She covered her mouth, not knowing why she suddenly asked such a question. But just now, she was suddenly overwhelmed by an overwhelming urge to know the answer to this question, and blurted it out.
"You shouldn't be the one asking this question. Since you've woken up from your dream, would you like to eat something? Don't refuse, and don't go crazy anymore! The kids will be here soon to call us over for breakfast. Do you and I have to fight again in front of them?" Wanda smiled and glanced at the panicked America. As she spoke, her gaze turned to the Scarlet Witch floating beside her.
As Wanda finished speaking, Scarlet Witch's eyes fluttered open. Her empty heart seemed to be filled with something beautiful. Though illusory, fragile, and unsatisfying, it was enough to maintain a degree of sanity and clarity from her paranoia. Furthermore, she wanted to leave a good impression on those children, knowing how Wanda had managed to have her own biological children without Vision or her husband. She could sense two young lives not far away, connected to her.