"Ryuuto, we're combing every inch of the planet for Wanda. If you find her first, alert us immediately."
"Got it, Professor. And if Magneto's crew tries anything, leave the beating to me."
Ryuuto cut the call and shot forward in a blur, ripping across the skyline like a red streak.
Meanwhile, far away—Wanda stumbled alone through a wilderness path, head drooping, hair clinging wet to her cheeks. She looked exhausted, like a candle burning from both ends.
"If only… If only I didn't have Origin Magic Power…"
Her gaze softened at a cluster of wildflowers. She raised a gentle pink fingertip—
—and scarlet Chaos Energy spilled out uncontrollably.
The flowers withered instantly.
The color drained from Wanda's face. "Not again…"
She wrapped her arms around herself, trembling. Past tragedies clawed at her mind. Her memories flickered like a broken film reel—faces she couldn't recall, screams she felt but couldn't place.
"Maybe… maybe I shouldn't even exist," she whispered. "If I lose control again… what will I destroy next?"
Her voice dissolved into the wind as she wandered deeper into the mountains, trying desperately to hide from a world she feared she might shatter.
But the world didn't intend to leave her alone.
"—whizz!"
Air split violently as several metal projectiles flashed toward her.
Wanda gasped, diving aside—too suddenly, too hard.
She crashed to the dirt, palms scraping open, tears stinging her eyes.
Three shadows landed around her like wolves.
"Huh? Missed?"
They stepped closer, eyes cold and greedy.
Then their expressions changed—brightening with twisted excitement.
"No way… we actually found her?"
"Hurry, check the target!"
One held up a high-tech communicator, flicking between holographic images, his grin widening.
"It's her. It's really her."
Their voices trembled with ambition.
"Report it! If we bring her back, the Brotherhood will treat us like kings!"
"Then move! Grab her before she bolts!"
Footsteps closed in.
Wanda scrambled back, clutching her head as pain surged again—sharp, blinding. Memories she'd lost clawed at her mind, half-formed, unbearable.
"D-Don't come closer! I—I can't control it! It's dangerous!"
Her plea only made them more excited.
"Hands! Take her down!"
"Let's see that legendary Origin Magic Power for ourselves!"
Energy bolts rained on her. She shrieked, arms shielding her as blasts seared across her body. Bruises bloomed across her skin.
A massive net dropped from above, igniting panic.
"No! Stay away! You're all… bad people!"
Her fear snapped something wide open.
The world exploded.
A brilliant sphere of crimson Origin Magic Power bloomed around her—beautiful, horrifying, absolute.
The three attackers froze mid-scream as the wave swallowed them whole.
When the light faded, the mountains fell silent.
Only three unrecognizable husks remained.
Wanda staggered, pale and shaking. Her vision blurred. The world twisted.
"I… I'm so tired… Am I dying…?"
Still, some fragile instinct pushed her forward—one trembling step after another—until she reached a tiny village hidden between old stone hills.
An elderly woman washing clothes by a stream spotted her.
"Oh my dear child—where did you come from? What happened to you?!"
"Grandma… I…"
Wanda tried to smile, but her knees buckled. She collapsed into the woman's arms.
The grandmother gasped in shock. But she held her, firm and warm, shielding her with her shawl.
Meanwhile—
Magneto's Brotherhood scoured the world with frantic desperation.
"Hmph… No matter what accident occurred, she cannot escape my grasp." Magneto's voice rumbled with icy rage. "At all costs. You will bring Wanda back to me."
His aura surged, bending metal in the room.
His lieutenants trembled and snapped to attention.
"Yes, Lord Magneto!"
Even Quicksilver, who'd been sulking over Ryuuto, was dragged into the search.
For them, Origin Magic Power was too tempting—too dangerous—to let slip into anyone else's hands.
And the hunt for the Scarlet Witch had only just begun.