Sorcerer in the Marvel Universe

"You’re joking... right?" one of the twins snapped. "How can you give up so easily?"

"So that’s it?" the other demanded. "You abandon everything you believe in? Throw away every ideal you’ve fought for?"

The moment Evenson admitted defeat, the Eredar twins exploded in outrage, taking turns berating him.

Evenson merely sighed, as though resigned to his fate.

"I already lost," he said quietly. "The defeated don’t get to preach about ideals."

"And what about this world?" Aurecess shot back, sweeping an arm toward the battlefield outside. "Are you just going to watch it burn?"

"What about all those people?" Evenson suddenly roared, his composure shattering. "Am I supposed to stand there and watch them turn to ash? Am I supposed to watch them..."

"They’re necessary sacrifices," Saloras interrupted without hesitation. "How many millions have died fighting true evil throughout history?"

"Millions?" Evenson’s voice rang through the chamber. "I could watch millions die defending their world without blinking."

His anger faded into something quieter.

"But I can’t watch them die... because of me."

He looked at the twins with exhausted eyes.

"My ladies... if I chose that path, I’d become exactly what we’ve always fought against. And if that happened..." He shook his head. "What would be the difference between me and them?"

Aurecess’s expression softened.

"So this is truly your choice? To surrender everything... even your own life?"

"I wish there were another way." Evenson smiled bitterly. "But this is the choice I’ve made."

He bowed deeply.

"The future of this world... I’ll entrust it to you. Please."

The twins exchanged a glance, deliberately putting on expressions of grief.

"You stubborn fool..."

Then Evenson suddenly raised his voice.

"Sorcerer Supreme!"

He turned toward the floating platform where the Ancient One stood.

"What are you waiting for? Fulfill your duty. Judge evil as you always have."

He spread his arms.

"I, Evenson Richter, submit myself to your judgment."

"My lord... please, don’t..."

Claire forced the words out despite her weakness.

Only now did she truly believe him.

Evenson wasn’t another monster who had willingly surrendered himself to darkness.

He had been prepared to sacrifice himself instead.

The Time Stone flared brilliantly in the Ancient One’s hand.

Green light flooded the air.

Then...

With a weary sigh, she closed her fist around it, extinguishing the glow.

"...Let’s talk."

Evenson blinked.

"A White Mage and a Warlock are natural enemies. And I’m something even darker than an ordinary practitioner of forbidden magic." A trace of satisfaction flickered through his eyes before vanishing beneath genuine confusion. "What could we possibly have to discuss?"

"You were willing to sacrifice yourself for strangers."

The Ancient One slowly lowered her platform until they stood at eye level.

"That alone makes you unlike any wielder of dark magic I’ve ever encountered."

She studied him carefully.

"You use darkness... yet your heart still leans toward compassion."

"I think we have more in common than either of us expected."

...

After a long silence, Evenson gestured toward the fortress behind him.

"Very well."

He smiled faintly.

"Come inside."

"If you dare."

The fortress was riddled with hidden traps, curses, and layered defenses.

The Ancient One ignored every one of them.

She walked inside without hesitation.

She believed she finally understood the man before her.

Once inside his own territory, Evenson relaxed completely, dropping into a chair as though entertaining guests rather than negotiating with his executioner.

The twins entered behind them.

"So?" he asked casually. "What did you want to discuss?"

Then he looked directly at the Ancient One.

"Were you honestly never afraid I’d decide those millions were acceptable collateral damage?"

Every eye in the room turned toward her.

Claire.

The twins.

Even the servants lurking in the shadows.

They all wanted to hear the answer from the woman who claimed responsibility for protecting humanity.

Would she truly have accepted millions of innocent deaths?

The Ancient One answered without hesitation.

"If you had ignored those lives..." she said calmly, "then I would know my judgment had been correct."

She met Evenson’s gaze without shame.

"And I would have fought you with everything I had."

"Even if millions died."

"Because allowing someone that dangerous to live would eventually cost even more lives."

Protecting the world was never clean.

If you lacked the power to save everyone, then sometimes the only choice was to sacrifice the few for the many.

It wasn’t fair.

It never would be.

But what better alternative existed?

Evenson dug a finger into one ear as though discussing the weather instead of moral philosophy.

"So."

"What exactly do you want to know?"

"Everything."

The Ancient One folded her hands.

"Everything about you."

Evenson leaned back.

"That’s a long story."

She answered immediately.

"Start with your lineage."

"Your magic resembles nothing I’ve ever encountered."

"Who taught you?"

Evenson didn’t bother hiding the truth.

"I have a master."

"Several, in fact."

"But the ones who taught me..." He smiled faintly. "They’re no longer in this world."

The Ancient One’s expression softened.

"I’m sorry."

To her, there was only one obvious interpretation.

"They’re dead."

Evenson waved dismissively.

"No apology needed."

"They’re not dead."

"They’ve simply gone... elsewhere."

The Ancient One frowned.

Elsewhere?

Seeing her confusion, Evenson continued.

"Astral travel."

He smirked.

"Or, using modern terminology..."

"Dimension hopping."

"You mean another planet?" she asked.

Kamar-Taj had Wi-Fi.

She’d read enough speculative fiction online to entertain unusual possibilities.

"Close enough."

Evenson considered his wording.

"Some remain within this universe."

"But many have traveled beyond it."

"Into entirely different universes."

The Ancient One’s heart skipped a beat.

Has interdimensional travel become this common?

Do they sell tickets now?

Evenson noticed her expression and chuckled.

"There’s nothing extraordinary about it."

"Our organization didn’t even originate on Earth."

That immediately caught her attention.

Someone who had spent centuries fighting extraterrestrial threats couldn’t ignore a statement like that.

"Explain."

"Our profession," Evenson began, "was born in one of the darkest corners of the multiverse."

"The first Warlocks served evil."

"They were scouts."

"Conquerors."

"Vanguards."

"They opened pathways for their masters to invade other worlds."

The Ancient One listened without interrupting.

"But eventually," Evenson continued, "the profession fractured."

"Not every Warlock followed the same path."

"So some of them repented?" she guessed hopefully.

He shook his head.

"No."

"The earliest Warlocks were already slaves to power."

"There was no redemption left for them."

"My lineage has almost nothing to do with those people."

"My power comes from someone else."

He folded his hands.

"Whenever those invaders descended on a new world, resistance inevitably followed."

"No civilization willingly accepted extinction."

"But those defenders soon discovered that their gentle magic and dull blades were hopelessly outmatched by fel sorcery."

"So a group of visionaries made a different choice."

"They stopped trying to defeat darkness with light alone."

"They studied the enemy."

"They mastered the enemy’s own magic."

"They chose to fight evil with evil."

"To wield darkness against darkness."

"To turn the invaders’ greatest weapon back upon them."

Evenson’s expression grew solemn.

"That is where my order was born."

"That..."

"...is the inheritance I carry."

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!