Marvel's master of cosmic magic-Chapter 803

Clow Reed raised his staff.

His voice was calm.

Almost gentle.

"O hidden key that binds the dark within.

By the covenant we share, I command you...

Release."

A golden staff shaped like a miniature sun manifested in his hand.

"Light."

A pillar of radiance erupted.

It tore through the sky and slammed into the ocean of black corruption surrounding the True Creator.

The collision detonated.

Pure energy roared outward in all directions.

Even the shockwave alone nearly shattered the protective barrier shielding Silver City.

Rowan Mercer immediately reinforced it with layered wards, sealing the city behind overlapping barriers.

Battles between godlike beings did not require direct contact to destroy worlds.

A careless aftershock could annihilate continents.

Only the abnormal resilience of the Forsaken Land, saturated with ancient divine remnants, prevented total collapse.

The True Creator howled.

"Death."

A curse descended.

Invisible.

Absolute.

Cracks spiderwebbed across Clow Reed’s body as if existence itself were trying to tear him apart.

Clow Reed calmly turned his staff inward.

"Dispel."

The fractures vanished.

"Thunder."

He swept his staff forward.

Lightning descended in a relentless storm, ripping open the sea of corruption.

The True Creator’s form was revealed.

A colossal one-eyed giant, inverted and bound to an unseen cross.

The giant extended a hand larger than Silver City itself and seized toward Clow Reed.

Clow Reed responded instantly.

Six spells overlapped.

His body expanded, rising into a towering giant nearly equal in size. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Sword in hand, he cleaved downward.

Black, putrid blood sprayed across the sky, burning craters into the ground below.

The blade cut flesh.

But only flesh.

The wound was shallow.

The True Creator smashed through the sword’s edge and punched Clow Reed squarely in the chest.

Clow Reed was hurled backward, his form flickering.

Rowan watched, thoughtful.

"Still not enough."

In raw force, the True Creator was superior.

But Clow Reed possessed something different.

A vast library of laws.

Endless spell systems.

Enough variety to stall a god.

"Kerberos. Moon."

Two immense figures appeared.

Embodiments of solar and lunar authority.

With their aid, and with layered elemental magic weaving continuously, Clow Reed stabilized the battlefield.

Then space twisted.

Another presence arrived.

A tall, slender figure with flowing silver hair and layered wings.

Rowan’s eyes narrowed.

"Uroboros."

Former King of Angels.

Angel of Fate.

The most loyal servant of the Ancient Sun God.

Now, an attendant of the True Creator.

Uroboros raised a hand.

Misfortune spread.

He transformed into a colossal serpent and lunged toward Clow Reed’s flank.

But Rowan had already completed another summoning.

A woman appeared.

Emerald-robed.

Seated atop a massive feathered bird.

In her hand, a pair of golden shears shaped like entwined dragons.

Bixia.

The Golden Dragon Shears.

Uroboros struck.

Bixia released her weapon.

The shears split into two blazing golden dragons.

They crossed.

Snapped shut.

Serpent and curse were cleaved in half.

Uroboros fell.

Rowan reached out.

The Angel’s characteristics vanished into his grasp.

The battlefield went silent.

The True Creator froze.

Then, without hesitation, the sea of corruption collapsed inward.

The colossal shadow vanished.

Retreat.

Rowan did not pursue.

His priority remained Silver City.

He hovered in place, guarding the evacuation.

The ritual came first.

Everything else could wait.