Exile!

William's fingers effortlessly shredded through the chaotic red threads of Wanda's magic, each movement unraveling her hold on him like a predator picking apart a web. With every thread he destroyed, Wanda staggered slightly, the strain evident as a thin trickle of blood ran from her nose. But despite the toll, she refused to relent.

Then, suddenly, her eyes flared.

A guttural, almost primal roar tore from her throat, shaking the very air around them. It was a sound that echoed with pain, with fury, with something far darker.

"AHHHHHH!"

The chaotic energy around her convulsed, twisting and warping into something monstrous. Deep crimson currents surged like living tendrils, coiling around her form before solidifying. Two jagged horns erupted from her brow, extending outward in a twisted, almost regal curve before spiraling downward in sharp, wicked points.

At some point, the screaming stopped.

Silence settled over the battlefield, but the tension remained suffocating.

Wanda stood there, changed. No longer just the Scarlet Witch, but something more. Something darker.

The chaotic magic enveloping her shifted, molding itself into a new attire, one that was regal, yet dangerously sensual. The deep crimson fabric clung to her form, accentuating every curve, laced with threads of pure, pulsating energy. It was as if reality itself bowed to her presence, reshaping around her rebirth.

She exhaled, her glowing, burning crimson eyes locking onto William, who had long since freed himself from her bindings. He simply stood there, watching, waiting, his expression unreadable, but his emerald eyes gleaming with undeniable interest.

Then, he whistled.

"Well, well," he mused, tilting his head as a slow smirk spread across his face. "You know… you look kinda cute when you're angry."

His chuckle was casual, teasing, but beneath it, his gaze flickered with something more. Behind the emerald flames of his irises, a glimmer of greed surfaced. He wasn't just admiring her transformation, he was analyzing it, dissecting it, wanting it.

Wanda, unfazed by his words, merely lifted a single finger.

A violent surge of crimson energy spiraled around her fingertip, swelling with unimaginable force. Reality cracked around it, warping under the sheer pressure of pure chaos. Then, without hesitation, she fired.

A blazing torrent of condensed crimson magic tore through the air, the heat of it distorting everything in its path as it shot directly for William's chest.

He didn't move.

He didn't need to.

To him, the attack was slow, each particle of chaotic energy crawling through the air like an ember caught in a gentle breeze. And yet, something in it called to him. A whisper of something divine, buried within its chaotic nature. A fragment of true power.

His eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity.

Then, his ring flared.

A deep red glow erupted from the band wrapped around his finger, and in an instant, a solid construct, a massive, ghostly crimson hand, manifested between him and the incoming attack.

"KCHCHCHCHCHCHCH!"

The moment the chaotic beam connected, the construct shuddered, chunks of its form being ripped away at an alarming pace. Cracks splintered across its surface as the magic devoured it, its hunger insatiable.

But by the time the beam reached him—

It had lost its edge.

The last remnants of its power fizzled against William's aura, dissipating like harmless sparks against an unshakable force. The attack that could have leveled an entire city had been reduced to nothing more than a flickering ember, flicked away as if it were insignificant.

William exhaled through his nose, lowering his gaze to Wanda.

"Well," he said, amusement lacing his tone, "that was cute."

William vanished.

One moment, he stood at a distance, observing Wanda with amused curiosity, the next, he was directly behind her.

His presence sent a shiver down her spine, an involuntary reaction that made her muscles tense. Before she could react, he reached out, his fingertips hovering just inches from her newly formed horns, his breath teasing the back of her neck.

"Hmmm… interesting," he mused, his voice laced with intrigue.

Then, he touched them.

The moment his fingers grazed the smooth, warm surface of her horns, Wanda shuddered. A strange sensation coursed through her, one she had never felt before. Powerful. Unfamiliar. Dangerous. Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before fury overtook her.

"HAAAA!"

A surge of crimson energy erupted from her body, twisting into a massive wave of chaotic magic that tore toward William like a vengeful storm.

But he was faster.

A flicker. A blur.

In the blink of an eye, he shifted, reappearing on her other side, completely untouched. His smirk deepened as he once again reached for her horns, determined to analyze them further.

Just as his fingers were about to make contact—

"Enough!"

A sudden, unseen force slammed into his arm, coiling around it like an invisible serpent. Before he could react, the force tightened and yanked him backward with tremendous speed. He was ripped from his position and flung through the air as if caught in the grasp of an angry god.

Then, BOOM!

The ground shattered as William was smashed into it with unrelenting force, a cloud of debris and fractured earth rising from the impact. Cracks splintered outward, spiderwebbing across the battlefield.

Jean Grey floated gracefully beside Wanda, her expression unreadable. Her irises glowed gold, burning against the endless black void of her sclera. Her fiery red hair swayed unnaturally, as if caught in an unseen current, flowing like strands of molten energy.

She had fully awakened.

And she was done playing.

The pressure around William intensified, growing exponentially. The very air trembled as Jean's power bore down on him with the crushing might of a small black hole.

The ground beneath him groaned in protest, splitting apart under the sheer magnitude of the telekinetic force pressing down on him. Everything within a dozen meters was being pulled toward him, stones, debris, and even oxygen itself seemed to bend toward the singularity of Jean's will.

But despite the unimaginable weight, despite the fact that the very earth was caving under the force.

William smiled.

It was small, almost imperceptible at first. Then, inch by inch, he began to rise.

The crushing gravity surrounding him cracked the bones of lesser beings. It would have flattened entire mountains. Yet William stood. Slowly. Casually. Unaffected.

His emerald eyes flickered with amusement as he met Jean's glowing gaze.

"Is that all?" he asked, his tone light, almost teasing.

The two women exchanged a silent glance, their connection unspoken yet undeniable. There was no need for words, the entities they drew upon sensed each other, acknowledged each other, and aligned their power in perfect harmony. Their gazes locked on William, both of them ready to unleash the full might of their combined force.

Then, in an instant, they began channeling their remaining strength, pouring everything they had left into a singular, focused point. A ball of raw, pure destruction began to form between them, the air around it warping, reality itself seeming to buckle under the immense weight of the power they were creating.

The ball swelled, crackling with chaotic energy. The very fabric of existence trembled as if sensing the annihilation it would bring. Colors bled from its surface, iridescent, fluid, flashing like the chaotic spark of a dying star.

As it neared its critical mass, their voices rose in a primal, united roar:

"HA!"

The sound reverberated like thunder, echoing across the land, a cry filled with the weight of destruction and defiance.

With a final, synchronized gesture, they hurled the deadly sphere toward William.

But just as they unleashed the attack their consciousness slipped away, their legs buckling beneath them and they fell where they stood as the sphere continued its path.

RUMBLE.

The ground beneath them shuddered violently, the very bones of the earth groaning as the sphere expanded, growing larger with each passing second as it hurtled toward William. The air around it hissed, alive with the potential to destroy everything in its wake.

Yet, William, he remained still.

In the midst of the cataclysmic power bearing down on him, he stood calm, almost impossibly calm. His aura erupted with an intensity that sent waves of dense green lightning crackling outward, sparking across the battlefield. The sheer pressure of his energy twisted the air around him into a violent whirlwind. His muscles tensed, his frame expanding as the raw power within him surged.

And then, his eyes flared red, brighter than the blood moon itself.

"THUMP!"

A heartbeat. His heart, a volcanic force, pounded with a sound so deep, so intense, it seemed to reverberate through the very fabric of the world. The blood within his veins boiled. A red construct began to form around him, an image of himself, but not quite.

This construct, glowing with an ethereal, translucent red hue, took shape, mimicking every detail of his form with impossible precision. Every contour, every muscle, every vein was perfectly replicated, but it was see-through, its color the only thing separating it from the man himself.

The construct loomed above him, casting a long, imposing shadow over the battlefield. It was as though an entire second self had been born, an avatar of raw emotion and power.

With a final roar, the construct charged forward, a tidal wave of red fury, matching the oncoming ball of destruction with its own relentless force.

The beam of Chaotic kinetic force seemed to sense the challenge and turned into a long and wingless multicolored dragon that roared to life as it charged at the construct of William.

The air screamed in tension, a crackling fury rising as the two forces, one born of pure chaos, the other of untamed rage, clashed in an explosion of light and sound that would shake the heavens themselves.

"BOOOOM!"

A cataclysmic explosion of raw energy detonated outward, sending gasses and debris swirling into the air as the very air around them trembled with intensity. The ground beneath the combatants cracked and buckled as a vacuum formed between the two mighty beings, pulling at everything in its reach.

The atmosphere was electric, filled with the buzzing crackle of power. William's construct, a towering figure of sheer strength, swung a colossal fist toward the dragon's head. But the dragon, agile and vicious, twisted and dodged the strike with a fluidity that only centuries of battle could perfect. Then, without hesitation, it bit down hard on the construct's neck and shoulder.

The dragon's fangs sank into the ethereal body of the construct, tearing through its form. The construct reacted instantly, grabbing hold of the dragon's horn and wrenching it free from the beast's skull with a savage twist before locking onto its lower jaw.

Watching the battle unfold, William's lips curled into a smile. His voice was a whisper of intent as he spoke, "Finish it."

The dragon, realizing its peril, thrashed wildly in an attempt to escape, its tail swinging with devastating force, sending buildings crashing to the ground in a storm of destruction. But the construct stood firm, unyielding in its mission.

"Chchhh!"

The sound of muscles straining and the dragon's head being twisted filled the air as the construct tore at its opponent with primal force. The dragon's massive form struggled, but William's construct was an extension of his will. With a sickening crack, the construct used the dragon's own head as leverage, ripping the beast in half, each motion precise, each pull deliberate.

"BOOM!"

The dragon's severed head slammed into the ground, the impact causing the earth to tremble as a shockwave rippled outward. The dragon's body began to unravel, dissolving into balls of radiant light, its divine energy evaporating into the ether as the last traces of its power slowly vanished.

In the stillness that followed, the Omega Spark within William's soul flared to life, its energy intertwining with his inner Ki. This spark wasn't merely a passive force, it coiled and reacted to the cosmic energy around him, pulling it toward him like an invisible magnetic force. The divine remnants left behind by the dragon's destruction swirled into a vortex, drawn into William's core. His Omega Spark absorbed it seamlessly, growing in power and intensity as the last of the dragon's essence was consumed.

The battlefield, now silent, was a stark contrast to the chaos that had once reigned. The construct, standing tall with arms crossed, mirrored William's own pose, a perfect reflection of the power he had just unleashed.

[Divinity increased by 0.1% and Divinity is now 0.2%]

A strange, unidentifiable sensation stirred within William, a fleeting feeling that seemed to tug at the edge of his consciousness before dissipating as quickly as it had arrived. A ripple in the air, perhaps, but it left no trace. He shook it off and turned his attention back to the unconscious women lying before him.

With practiced ease, William hoisted both of them onto his shoulders, their weight no burden to him. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the battlefield, reappearing aboard his ship, which hovered silently above the ground. He gently laid them down in a safe corner, ensuring they were comfortable before flickering back down to the massive construct that still loomed in the background, a quiet reminder of the devastation they had just witnessed.

It wasn't long before a familiar figure appeared from the front door of a nearby building. Nick Fury stepped out, flanked by Steve Rogers, who was inspecting the slightly warped center of his shield with an air of mild confusion, and Carol Danvers, her face a mixture of nervousness and curiosity. She stole quick, furtive glances at William's ship, clearly uneasy about its silent presence in the sky.

Fury, ever the man to hold his ground, stared down William as he approached. Despite the surge of fear that ran through him, his resolve remained intact. His eyes narrowed, and he squared his shoulders, standing tall. "If you refuse to follow the laws of this world, then you clearly have the power to leave it," Fury declared, his voice carrying the weight of a man who had made a decision. "Therefore, I hereby exile you from Earth. No country under the UN will ever welcome you."

There was a flash of defiance in Fury's eyes as he spoke, but William seemed detached, lost in thought. He didn't immediately respond, his expression unreadable.

With a deep sigh, William powered down to his base form, the golden sheen of his hair melting away as it reverted to its natural two-tone color, the transformation subtle but noticeable. His posture relaxed, though his presence remained undeniably powerful.

"I'd rather not leave my home," he muttered under his breath. His gaze lifted to Fury, the weight of his words settling between them. "But if it's the law, I will comply." He paused, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes. "However—" His tone shifted, growing firm and resolute. "I want until the end of the year to prepare. Space is vast, and I need time to spend with my family and explain the reason for my departure. This is non-negotiable."

The air around them thickened with the force of his words. There was no room for argument in his voice, only a calm but undeniable authority. Fury, caught off guard by the sheer conviction in William's stance, could only nod stiffly in agreement, his jaw tight.