Marvel's master of cosmic magic-Chapter 783

Bernadette frowned as she looked at the young man Rowan had brought along.

"Sequence Seven?" she asked, disbelief creeping into her voice. "Someone at that level has connections to my father?"

She could accept Rowan’s link to Roselle. His power, his grasp of ancient knowledge, and his ability to read Roselle’s diaries all suggested an existence far older and deeper than appearances implied.

But Klein?

Young. Modest in presence. Only recently advanced.

The math didn’t add up.

"Bernadette Gustav," she said anyway, offering a polite nod.

"Klein Moretti," Klein replied.

Rowan smiled faintly.

"Strictly speaking, you should call him Uncle Zhou."

Neither of them understood what he meant.

"Let’s go."

With a sweep of his hand, Rowan wrapped both of them in layered magic. The three streaked across the sky like a falling star, leaving Backlund far behind.

The ocean rushed beneath them.

Then an island emerged.

Towering trees with dark green canopies blanketed the land. A heavy, oppressive stillness clung to everything.

The moment Klein saw it, every nerve in his body screamed.

Danger.

Absolute danger.

If he set foot there alone, he would die.

Bernadette activated her own methods to observe the island. The more she saw, the heavier her expression became.

Then, slowly, she smiled.

If even she—at her level—couldn’t see through the island’s secrets, then this was almost certainly her father’s final resting place.

Rowan extended his perception across the island.

"Mother of Corruption’s influence is present," he said calmly. "And Roselle’s soul is trapped at the center."

Bernadette’s heart pounded.

She hesitated before speaking.

"This place likely contains true-god-level power. We should approach from the outskirts and advance carefully."

This was Roselle’s last mausoleum.

A site shaped by a god.

If her father had failed to resurrect because of outer-god corruption, then something even worse than a true god was involved.

Rowan shook his head.

"The main threat here is the Mother of Corruption. I’ve already fought her once. Her true body is on the red moon. Across the barrier, she can’t stop me."

Bernadette’s pupils contracted.

He had fought an outer god?

And survived?

She didn’t argue further.

But her hand quietly hovered near the sealed artifacts her father had left behind.

Klein swallowed.

"Just checking," he said quietly, "but... can you handle this?"

Rowan gave him a look that carried effortless confidence.

"Stay behind me."

They descended straight toward the island’s center.

The instant their feet neared the ground, the forest moved.

Roots tore free.

Trunks twisted.

Towering trees warped into monstrous shapes, charging with murderous intent.

At the same time, countless aberrant creatures burst from the undergrowth, surging toward them in a tidal wave.

Then the sky changed.

In broad daylight, the moon appeared.

A pale glow washed over the island.

A twisted law descended.

Klein, Bernadette, and Rowan felt something stir inside their bodies.

Extra heartbeats.

Their abdomens began to swell.

Life being forcibly cultivated.

Flesh turning into womb.

Even Klein felt it.

Terror clawed at his throat.

"This is her fundamental authority," Rowan said coldly.

The nascent growths inside him withered instantly.

They vanished as if they had never existed.

Rowan placed a hand on Klein’s shoulder.

The invasive power was erased.

When he turned toward Bernadette, she was already acting.

She had placed a crown-like artifact upon her head.

Her body dissolved into shifting streams of luminous information.

Pure knowledge.

No flesh.

No organs.

The corruption lost its anchor and collapsed.

Rowan nodded.

"Founder of the Element Dawn, indeed."

But the danger wasn’t over.

A second wave of hostile force surged.

Not reproductive.

Not corruptive.

But animating.

Trying to grant independent will to every cell of Bernadette’s body.

Rowan raised his hand.

He began to chant.

"High-Tier Magic: Fairy Law."

Massive spell arrays unfolded across the sky.

Blinding white light swallowed the island.

When the radiance faded...

The forest was still.

The aberrant creatures were gone.

The outer-god influence had been purged.

Only silence remained.

Rowan looked toward the heart of the island.

"Now," he said. "We go get Roselle."