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"You all step back. Apart from Vision and Banner, the others cannot withstand the aftershocks of the energy." Rosso's voice was calm and unwavering.

As his power lifted Wanda, her body floated in mid-air, and two distinct energy fields suddenly appeared around her.

On the left, a deep red, blood-red chaotic vortex rotated and tore apart the surrounding space; on the right, a pale gold geometric array unfolded with perfect symmetry, firmly binding the raging chaotic power within a controllable range.

"She's fighting against herself." The Mind Stone on Vision's forehead flashed intensely as it analyzed the complex energy diagram before him. "Multiple forces are fiercely battling within her."

Dr. Banner stared intently at the wildly fluctuating readings on the monitoring screen, his expression grave: "The energy intensity has exceeded the measurement limits of all instruments. If it gets out of control—"

"With me here, she won't lose control." Rosso calmly interrupted him, his gaze sweeping over the tense onlookers. "As I just said, her situation is rather special and requires more careful handling."

He stretched out his hands, and a pale gold rune array appeared in the palm of his left hand, the same as the one on Wanda's right. His right hand drew a set of deep red chaotic rune arrays—the structure of which was strikingly similar to the vortex on Wanda's left, but more stable and restrained.

"Unconsciously, she touched the boundary between the realms of 'chaos' and 'order' simultaneously." Rosso's voice echoed deep within the base. "The power she wields is essentially a manifestation of chaos, primarily originating from the authority of the ancient evil god Cynthon. But Cynthon himself is merely one of many ancient gods on the side of chaos."

The golden runes representing order began to gently spread to Wanda's right, while the red runes representing chaos seeped into the vortex on her left, like two different colors of ink slowly blending in clear water, permeating each other without mixing.

"But the core of the problem is," Rosso continued, his gaze seemingly piercing through Wanda's body, looking directly into the struggle deep within her soul, "that she never truly 'chose' her own path. Whether she was transformed into a weapon by Hydra or guided into a hero by the Avengers, she was always passively accepting the arrangements of fate."

Vision's voice rang out with concern: "You mean, we should let her make the choice herself now?"

Deep within Wanda's consciousness.

Here, there is no time, no space, only energies of various colors vying for dominance.

The crimson tide tries to devour everything, turning memories and emotions into a tangled mess; the golden light constantly solidifies everything, attempting to establish an eternal and unchanging order; the gray haze constantly stirs up desires, wanting to taint and devour all energy.

Amidst the frantic tug-of-war between these forces, Wanda's self-awareness is like a small boat in a storm, on the verge of being completely capsized at any moment.

In a daze, she saw the Mind Stone on Vision's forehead emitting a warm light, but that light could not pull her out of these energy flows.

"What am I...?" her consciousness cried out silently, "Where should I go...?"

Just then, two completely different voices rang in her mind at the same time.

An ancient and alluring message from the depths of crimson: "Be chaos, Wanda. Embrace infinite possibilities, let everything both exist and not exist."

Another voice, calm and dignified, came from the end of the golden light: "Become order, Wanda. Establish eternal laws, let everything return to its place, and create a world without tragedy."

Wanda's consciousness oscillated violently between the two.

"I..." Her consciousness began to coalesce, "I don't want to be a slave to chaos, nor a puppet of order."

The deep red and golden light trembled simultaneously.

What I want is—

Inside the base, everyone held their breath and stared intently.

The two energy fields around Wanda began to undergo strange and spectacular changes.

The deep red chaotic vortex did not disappear, but golden structural nodes began to emerge within it; the pale gold order runes did not recede either, but red flowing ripples began to appear at their edges.

The two forces no longer clashed, but began to merge, becoming intertwined.

Chaos exists within the framework of order, and order is nourished by chaos.

"She's creating a third path." Rosso's lips curled up slightly. "Not balance, not compromise, but a completely new path, unique to her—order within chaos, or rather, orderly chaos."

He withdrew his hands and watched Wanda slowly open her eyes.

In those eyes, a deep red starlight slowly rotated deep within the left pupil, while a golden spot flickered regularly deep within the right pupil.

The body, which had been turned into a zombie, had been restored to its original state. The tattered clothes had been reconstructed by red and gold energy into a battle suit that fit the body perfectly. A delicate dark red headband had been added to the forehead, with a tiny gold gem embedded in the center.

"Welcome back, Wanda Maximov," Rosso said softly.

Wanda slowly landed from her suspended state. She looked down at her hands, where a red halo and a golden light appeared simultaneously, intertwining harmoniously like a double helix.

"I understand." She raised her head, her gaze clear and firm. "Power itself is neither good nor evil; the key lies in the person who wields it and the purpose for which they wield it."

She turned to Rosso and nodded slightly: "Thank you for your guidance, which allowed me to see all the possibilities. Now, I have made my choice."

From the power emanating from her own body, sharing the same aura as the other, Wanda clearly realized that it was the intervention of this mysterious being that had freed her from that shackle of neither life nor death.

"I understand the task you have given us. But—" she paused, a pleading look in her eyes, "I want to try and see if I can use my current power to save the future of our universe."

Rosso did not refuse Wanda's request. Anyone who witnesses their universe destined for an aberrant demise would try to reverse the outcome if there were even the slightest possibility—this is life's most fundamental desire.

"With your current abilities, you are not yet capable of handling the transformation of so many souls." His tone was calm as still water, stating a fact. "If you are not afraid of futility, then try."

The ending was already predetermined; the struggles of those involved only delayed its arrival.

"So, Gothic chick, what do we do now? Save these...zombies?" Scott stepped forward first to ask, more eager than anyone else to make amends for his mistakes.

"I can restore those infected to their original state," Wanda's voice rang out firmly, "as long as they are alive, in whatever form."

"Then, what about those who have completely disappeared?" Bucky stepped forward, his gaze sharp. "Those victims who were devoured and left without a trace, and those zombies that have been completely wiped out—"

He glanced at Rosso. "Some souls have already been sent elsewhere. Can they... come back?"

"They...I..." Wanda was momentarily speechless. She had never thought about this question in depth.

She had grown accustomed to a world without Pietro and had never even considered resurrecting her twin brother. Subconsciously, her vision of salvation may have only encompassed those who "still exist."

While many may have had doubts about Wanda's initial somewhat wishful thinking, no one explicitly objected to her claim that she could save the world.

It wasn't until she personally acknowledged the limitations of her abilities that doubts finally surfaced.

"Since you can't bring back all the dead," Peter's voice carried the bluntness typical of youth, "what makes you think you can save the entire universe?"

A tense atmosphere permeated the base; just as hope was being ignited, it was met with the cold, hard reality.

Just then—

A dazzling golden halo appeared without warning at the feet of the empty zombie shells near the base.

The aperture rotated and expanded, emitting a pure yet powerful spatial fluctuation that did not belong to this ruined world.

Everyone was stunned, their eyes all turning to the suddenly appearing teleportation portal.