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Author note: In the rankings, certain are not there cuss they exist in other timelines or dimensions and not here, if they happen to break the veil and enter this reality the ranking would be updated.
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[Morgan Le Fay POV]
Alex Walker was an anomaly, quite the delicacy if I say so myself, especially in this world full of disappointments, a dream come true.
Powerful, handsome, and mysterious. What else could a girl ask for?
Though I suppose he does have some… baggage in the form of two annoying little rats he happens to call his daughters, but I could deal with that, after all, I wanted him all for myself.
A powerful slave to do my bidding.
Sadly, I wasn't strong enough to subdue his will to mine, at least not on my own.
But he was worth the effort, and sometimes, a girl has to put some effort, am I right?
The Darkhold, the book that had the answers to all of my prayers, including the how-to subdue my man.
A book with the spell necessary to thraw the will of any man, but even with this, powerful tool in my hands, getting him would be difficult, his mental and mystical fortitude was so irrationally high, I needed more than the book.
I needed a source of magical power many times bigger than my own.
The Staff of One.
With it, alongside the Darkhold, controlling Alex would be a piece of cake, he would be mine forever.
There is only one thing that could possibly go wrong.
The Ancient One.
With her on the way, acquiring the Staff to power my spells was a fairly difficult manner, but I played for the long run, I could wait.
I had waited long enough already.
But first, let's have a talk with her, hehe.
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[Alex Walker POV]
The Power Ranking.
It was, to say the least, super useful.
With it, I knew everyone's level, regardless of the fact if I knew them or not.
Well, when I say everyone's level, it's… not entirely accurate. Some levels didn't appear, instead giving me the ???, but considering who were behind those levels, well, I understood.
[Power Ranking - Current Universe
1 - The One-Above-All LV ????
2 - The Fulcrum LV ????
3 - The Living Tribunal LV ????
4 - The Heart Of The Universe LV ????
5 - The Phoenix LV ????
5 - Oblivion LV ????
6 - Infinities LV ????
7 - Eternity LV ????
8 - Death LV ????
9 - Infinity LV ????
10 - The Protege LV ????]
Those were just the top ten, some of them, I recognized. Others, not so much, like for example, Infinities, or The Protege, in all my life, I had never heard such names before, but nonetheless, they were there.
Thanos for example was in the top 400, ranking in the 318th place.
His level?
LV 371.
As for me, I was also in the top 400.
My rank?
397th.
Which was higher than I expected it to be.
Way higher.
Especially considering those above me in the ranks, and I am not talking about the top ten, they are far beyond me as of now, no, I was talking about the ones right above me, who were simply above me by a level, or two.
Of course, the rankings didn't account for things like the infinity stones and such, otherwise, my ranking would be higher, I guessed.
In the ranks, I saw beings like, Zeus, Aphrodite, Hera, Sun Wukong, and others, in fact, every mythological pantheon I would've thought was not real, was in the ranking, some of their gods, above Thanos, others below.
Even Yahweh was in the rankings, which brought up a lot of questions on itself.
But by what I could tell, the realm of the gods, or so-called gods, started around level two hundred.
But enough about that.
The Ranking while troubling, was not the matter at hand.
No, the matter at hand was what I encountered in the top 100.
Tiamut The Communicator, according to the rankings, and the library, inside the earth, there was a celestial incubating, one with already enough power to rank in the top 100 of the universe.
His level, higher than Odin's.
High enough to make Odin seem relatively weak in comparison.
"Well, just when I was starting to feel powerful," I snorted, I still had a long way to go.
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[The Ancient One POV]
I had managed to track the enchantress that was targeting Alex to an abandoned warehouse, a cliche move on her part, one that was obviously a trap.
Nonetheless, I had to confront whoever was hunting Alex, and if possible, deal with them.
Inside the warehouse, I walked and checked every corner and found nothing but a wall painted with blood, with a single word written in it, -I see you-
"Yao, what a surprise…" A voice seemingly coming from every direction spoke, each word uttered with extreme care.
"My my, I don't recall meeting you," I replied, the voice seemed to know me, but I didn't know her the visions were unfortunately clear, meaning this witch had access to the dark dimension, adding more trouble to already hazardous mix.
"Oh, well, you haven't not yet," I could feel her presence, she was behind me, yet she wasn't attacking, what games was she playing, I couldn't help but wonder.
With a sigh, I turned around to find the enchantress smiling at me, a cup of wine in her hand.
"You must be the one hunting Mr. Walker," I smiled at her, a smile of no emotion, but pure hostility, I now knew who she was, in hindsight, I should've have known, she was no other than Morgana, the Witch of Camelot, and the lost soul of the Dark Dimension.
"I am," She nodded, winking at me, "Excuse me, but where are my manners, my name is Morgan Le Fay, a pleasure to meet you,"
"Of that, I have no doubt, can't say I feel the same though," I replied staring at her.
"How rude," Morgana pouted, "Oh well, no matter,"
"What are you looking for with Mr. Walker?" I asked, any information she provided would work to undo her plans, even if the information was something she thought to be useless.
"A man to call my own," Morgana smirked, taking a sip of her wine. "A man willing to do as I say, of course, he doesn't have to do it willingly," she added with a sultry smile.
"You wish to enslave him?" I chuckled in a bitter tone, "Mr. Walker has… some bad experiences in the area, I doubt he will take this… offense in good nature,"
"No wonder you are single," Morgana pouted in reply, "A man can cry and say no, they can even throw a tantrum, but in the end, it's not him who has the last vote, it's me, after all, I know best."
"Merlin really wasted his time with you," I sighed.
"Perhaps," Morgana nodded, "But… you know I am right,"
"No, you are not, that is the sad part, you see… for the one who has the last vote as you call it here, it's me," I smiled at her, "I am, after all, the sorceress supreme,"
"A title with no weight," Morgana shot back.
"It weighs more than your corpse," I replied.
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[The Ancient One POV]
Without a warning, the battle started, with Morgana attacking with a curse from the Darkhold.
I stood my ground, and created an eldritch circle of runes to dispel the curse. I could feel the curse struggling against the runes, trying to break through to no avail, good, this meant she was yet to tap into the book's full potential.
"How long do you think you'll be able to hold?" Morgana asked, with a grin of mad delight.
"You overestimate your own capabilities, Morgana," I replied, looking at her with a simple smile. "The Darkhold in your hands it's nothing but a book of wasted potential, had that book been in Merlin's hands, the. I would worry,"
Morgana chuckled, "Maybe, but… once I have Alex on my side, nothing will stand in my way," with that said, Morgana started to push more and more mana into her curse, as well as adding power from Dormmamus' dimension to the mix.
I sighed.
My runic barrier was going to break sooner or later with the current power of the curse, that much was inevitable, but I could still fight, I had after all defeated foes vastly stronger than me.
"Give up, and I promise, I won't torture you," Morgana said, "At least not too much," she added.
"You never stop talking, do you?" I replied, pushing a portion of my mana into the very ground beneath us, mana I would use later on.
"Well, I do love the sound of my voice… so no," Morgana giggled, pushing more power into the curse.
Sadly for her, such a thing was a terrible, terrible mistake, after all, she was not fighting an amateur, she was fighting the Sorceress Supreme.
Beneath her feet, three eldritch runes formed with the mana I had poured into the ground, each rune there for a reason, transmutation, relocation, and disruption, three runes that alone were nothing more than low tier spell, but together, well, together were quite the combination.
"Let's see how that curse works, shall we?" I smiled at her, snapping my fingers, activating the runes.
Morgana noticed the runes a bit too late, and found herself within the breaking shield I had created a few seconds ago.
"You forgot to deactivate the runic shield," Morgana laughed in relief, but I simply chuckled.
"You don't say," I smiled at her, I had after all added a few explosive runes into the runic mix of the shield, for this very purpose.
Morgana, seeing my smile, stopped laughing, clearly sensing something was wrong, and did what to her was the next best move, canceling her active curse.
But soon found out, she couldn't.
"What did you do to me?" Morgana hissed.
"I disrupted your mana paths," I replied, floating around the runic shield, "For the next thirty minutes you won't be able to cast spells properly, nor tap into your mana,"
"It.. this can't be!" Morgana growled.
"Normally that would be the case, but you see…" I smiled at her, "You left your mana guard wide open, that's the downside when relying on an item to fight, in your case… the Darkhold,"
Had this been a normal magical battle, this method wouldn't have worked, but unfortunately for Morgana, her overconfidence in the Darkhold was her outdoing.
Yes, the Darkhold had given her power beyond her wildest dreams, and had she been more careful, not even I would've stood a chance against her, but… in her hubris she had failed to see the glaring weakness of the Darkhold.
Which was the new mana path it created by connecting into the user's mana.
As mages we unknowingly learn how to protect our mana paths, it's a natural thing, like walking or blinking, but that natural learning process eventually comes to a halt.
Like a kid born with a single arm, if you suddenly add a new arm to him, he will forget to protect it, he will if he's not consciously focusing about it, forget the arm it's there.
Only time can fix this blindspot we living creatures have.
But it's something that takes time.
Time Morgana didn't spend, which allowed me to disrupt her mana by tapping into her one unprotected mana path, the one connecting to the book.
"Well, time to end this, don't you think?" I asked Morgana, who looked at me in fright.
"No! Don't do this, we can work something out," Begging, how unbecoming of a mage, Merlín truly wasted his time on her.
"Accept your fate with dignity, it's sad for the both of us," I sighed, truly disappointed in her behavior.
"I can give you what you lost… your soul!" Morgana shot back, "The fragment you left in the dark dimension,"
I looked at her, and without replying, dispelled my runic barrier, letting her curse and the explosives runes I had added to my shield, end our battle.
As tempting as that offer had been, betraying Alex was not something I could do.
"Now… what to do with the Darkhold," I muttered floating towards Morgana's corpse, but before I could touch the book, I felt a shiver running down my spine.
Dormammu, his presence, he was here, a part of him was here.
"She belongs to me," He whispered.
"You have no power over this dimension, so begone," I replied, spreading my mana over the area, readying myself for a fight.
"You belong to me," He added.
"Like I said," I replied, "You have no hold in this dimension," I added.
"For now," Dormammu replied, his presence leaving, but not without taking Morgana's corpse with him, leaving only the Darkhold where once stood the witch of Camelot and the book.
"This is bad," I muttered, Dormmamu was moving way too soon, I was not prepared for this, Alex was not prepared for this, what was I to do now.
"Bad is an understatement," I heard a voice say behind me.
Shocked someone had sneaked on me, I turned around to find a girl around her twenties smiling at me, her mana vibrating in manner I had only seen in one person, Mr. Walker, but unlike his, her was chaotic mess, instead of a symmetrical work of art, she was the definition of complete magical asymmetry.
Was she an agent of chaos?
And if so, how was she related to Mr. Walker.
"My name is Alice, Alice Walker, a pleasure to meet you," The Girl bowed ever so lightly, "And I need your help,"
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