Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

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On the River Styx, a small wooden boat sways precariously in the black water.

Wanda's soul aura had weakened to the point of being torn apart by the frenzied attacks and bites of countless dead souls around her, becoming as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

Even though she was a witch descended from the God of the Underworld, it was still an impossible task, as difficult as ascending to heaven, to forcibly retrieve a long-dead soul from the River Styx.

Countless spirits emerged from the black water, their empty mouths agape, their withered hands reaching out, tearing at her soul and body like madmen.

The excruciating pain it brought was indescribable; it was a pain that penetrated deep into the very essence of the soul, far more piercing and desperate than any physical pain. Every inch of her soul felt as if it were being torn apart.

But Wanda never let go, even when she was in so much pain that she was losing consciousness and her whole body was trembling.

She used the last of her strength to keep the small wooden boat moving against the current.

She was sacrificing her life to atone for her past mistakes. Everything she was doing now wasn't just to save the Strange standing before her.

But...

Strange on this ship is the last sorcerer on his dimension of Earth, perhaps even the last survivor.

That dimension experienced a cosmic-level collision for unknown reasons (Doctor Strange in the 838 universe).

The entire universe is gradually dying out, and he is the last hope of that universe.

What Wanda is trying to save is not just one person, but an entire universe on the verge of destruction, the last glimmer of light.

When she was controlled by the Dark Book, she never cared about the ultimate fate of a universe on the verge of destruction. But now that she has regained her senses, she no longer wants to be the sinner who destroys everything with her own hands.

Pulling him back from the River Styx to the mortal realm would at least preserve a sliver of hope for that shattered universe—a glimmer of hope that has returned from the ashes…

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Thick black fog churned, mournful ghosts howled, and the eerie green candlelight on the ship flickered in the darkness.

The winds that could extinguish souls blew across the River Styx, accompanied by attacks from the undead, striking her repeatedly.

This is the only thing Wanda can see and perceive at this moment, and perhaps it is the last thing she can see in her life.

She felt the fire of her soul gradually dying out, but she did not regret it.

In a daze, the scene before her eyes suddenly distorted, and a bizarre sight unfolded before her.

The waters of the River Styx no longer flowed horizontally, but instead transformed into a vertical torrent, raging upwards towards the sky.

Above her head, a vast plane formed of dense green mist stretched across the sky, lying between heaven and earth.

It hangs above the River Styx in a bizarre manner far beyond the comprehension of carbon-based life, abruptly separating the boundary between life and death.

The extreme beauty of the eeriness, combined with the bone-deep fear, transformed into a visible oppression before this boundary.

The boundary between life and death—this legendary gate of death—appeared in reality before Wanda's eyes.

Wanda smiled as she looked at the door. Her efforts had not been in vain. As long as the small wooden boat was steadily pushed across the boundary formed by the green mist, the dead Strange variant would be able to return to the world of the living.

The universe, whose last glimmer of hope she had extinguished, now had the possibility of reigniting.

Thinking of this, her soul body burst forth with light once again.

She was using her last strength to reach the boundary between life and death...

At the door, Wanda pushed hard with both hands, and the entire wooden boat slowly sailed across the boundary between life and death.

She herself was completely enveloped by countless spirits and began to fall helplessly downwards.

"Wanda~ Wanda~ Going against the will of Heaven comes at a price~ You'll stay here and keep us poor souls company~"

These spirits are the souls of sinners. The small wooden boats they made after their deaths were riddled with holes and sank directly to the bottom of the River Styx, where they suffered endless torment.

At this moment, these crazed spirits only wanted to leave Wanda's soul behind, to keep her here and make her one of them...

Wanda was completely trapped by these spirits. The light before her eyes gradually faded, and she was plunged into the deepest fear.

She was born in a country ravaged by war, and her entire childhood was spent under the shadow of war, growing up amidst ruins and bloodshed...

The sky was filled with circling airplanes and flying missiles; the smoke and dust from the explosions took away her parents.

Even she and her brother nearly died from missiles manufactured by Stark Industries.

She always remembered staring in terror at that Stark missile in that cramped basement.

Driven by extreme fear, she used reality-altering chaos magic for the first time, altering the probability of the missile exploding, causing the Stark missile, hailed as a masterpiece of military engineering, to misfire...

Overwhelmed by fear once again, Wanda instinctively tried to use chaos magic to dispel it, but having lost her power, she was unable to do so...

This time, she couldn't change the probability of the bomb exploding (undead attack), and she was probably really going to die here...