As Wanda moved, the energy at her fingertips grew stronger, and countless energies from the surrounding area surged toward her fingertips.
"What are you going to do?" Agatha instinctively felt something was wrong, but she didn't know what Wanda wanted to do. She immediately moved back in fear and asked.
"But before that, you will endure the torment of your own conscience. All those who died by your hand will repeatedly ask you in your mind whether you did wrong. You will also personally experience the suffering they endured." The energy in Wanda's palm grew stronger and stronger, and in a moment, it had formed a small ball that shimmered with a terrifying light.
Agatha shuddered as she thought about the scene Wanda had described, and tried to move backward to avoid Wanda's magic, muttering to herself, "Wanda, you're a devil."
She had accumulated too many wizards' lives on her hands, and she couldn't imagine how she would face them if those wronged souls came to interrogate her.
However, as Wanda drew closer, Agatha finally raised her head and hysterically exclaimed, "Wanda, do you know what the true color of chaotic energy is? It's the color of blood. Wanda, one day you will become the destroyer of the world, just as the Dark Book says."
Wanda glanced at the dark book floating above her and smiled brightly: "Since it says so, then let's destroy it."
Agatha's pupils contracted sharply; she could naturally hear the seriousness in Wanda's tone.
But at that moment, Wanda's fingers had already touched Agatha's face, and the energy of the mind magic had entered Agatha's mind.
Before Agatha's consciousness was dragged into darkness, she heard Wanda's last words: "And I don't need anyone to tell me what kind of person I am."
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