Levi pushed open the doors to the Avengers base hall.
Stephen Strange floated cross-legged in midair, surrounded by dozens of golden magic circles.
The Eye of Agamotto hung at his chest, glowing green.
But Strange looked terrible.
His face was deathly pale, sweat drenched his forehead, and blood seeped from the corners of his eyes. The magic circles trembled violently, some collapsing outright into golden fragments.
Wanda stood nearby, crimson energy coiling around her fingers.
Thor leaned against the wall, gripping Stormbreaker. All five Infinity Stones embedded in its handle glowed faintly.
The Time Stone, naturally, had been removed from Stormbreaker and handed to Strange—after all, no one wielded it better than him.
Levi walked over and stopped in front of Strange.
He knew exactly what Strange was doing—using the Time Stone to simulate the invasion paths of the Council of Kangs, trying to glimpse their deployment in advance.
A good idea.
But the multiverse was currently a complete mess. Countless timelines intertwined and collided, with new branches forming every second. Trying to calculate outcomes in this chaos was like counting raindrops in a storm.
No human mind could handle it.
Another magic circle shattered.
Strange groaned, his body swaying.
Levi raised a hand, steadying him with a surge of power.
Strange opened his eyes, green light still lingering in his pupils. He looked at Levi and gave a bitter smile.
"I saw… something," he said hoarsely. "Too fragmented. I couldn't piece it together. There are more Kangs than we thought—and they have a kind of power I've never seen. It can directly alter causality… erase existence."
Levi nodded.
The Council of Kangs was indeed troublesome. Each of them was a variant of Kang the Conqueror, wielding cross-timeline technology. Worse, they had learned to cooperate.
"You're not in a good state," Levi said. "Your technique is solid, but your foundation is weak. Borrowed power won't hold when it matters. Give the Time Stone back to Thor—he's far more effective with all six Stones."
As Levi spoke, the Time Stone reappeared on Stormbreaker.
Strange frowned.
As the Sorcerer Supreme, he didn't like admitting weakness—but Levi was right.
Most of his magic came from borrowing the power of the Vishanti. Very little was truly his own.
Like a scholar standing on a giant's shoulders—he could see far, but the ground beneath him wasn't his.
"What are you getting at?"
Levi raised his left hand.
A sphere of white light appeared in his palm—gentle, yet impossible to look at directly, as if it contained a supreme law.
Strange's pupils shrank.
The Vishanti.
One of the oldest and most powerful entities in magic—the embodiment of order and white magic.
All orthodox sorcerers on Earth ultimately drew their power from contracts with the Vishanti.
And what Levi held… was a fragment of their essence.
"Where did you get that?" Strange asked, his voice tight.
"Universe 838," Levi replied casually. "Their Illuminati weren't very welcoming, but the library was decent."
Strange fell silent.
He knew that universe. Its Sorcerer Supreme had been executed by the Illuminati. The Book of the Vishanti should have been its most precious magical artifact.
Levi had brought it back—and extracted its core power.
"I don't need this," Levi said, looking at Strange. "My path is different. But you do."
Strange said nothing.
Of course he needed it. The Council of Kangs was imminent. His earlier attempt had proven it—at his current level, he couldn't play a निर्णायक role in that kind of war.
But accepting a gift wasn't easy for someone proud.
"Don't overthink it," Levi said, seeing through him. "This isn't charity. In six hours, Kang's fleet will be in Earth orbit. I need a Sorcerer Supreme who can stand on his own—not a second-rate borrower."
Second-rate?
Strange's brow twitched. The words stung—but he couldn't deny them.
"Are you sure?"
Levi didn't answer.
He simply pressed his hand against Strange's forehead.
White light erupted.
The essence of the Vishanti poured into Strange like a flood breaking a dam. His body convulsed, beams of white light shooting from his eyes.
Wanda stepped forward instinctively—but Levi stopped her with a glance.
"Don't. This is his fight."
Strange's consciousness was pulled into a pure white space.
There, he saw the Vishanti—not as forms, but as concepts. The embodiment of order. Countless runes, arrays, and spells flowed before him, each containing profound truth.
The knowledge was overwhelming—enough to burn out an ordinary sorcerer's mind instantly.
But Strange was no ordinary sorcerer.
Once a world-class neurosurgeon, his mind was exceptional. His training at Kamar-Taj had elevated his mental strength even further.
He began to absorb.
Piece by piece, integrating knowledge and power into his own essence.
Three hours passed.
From the outside, Strange looked like a statue, floating motionless. But the energy around him surged—from ripples to waves, from waves to a tsunami.
Wanda's Chaos Magic began to stir.
Her crimson energy churned violently, sensing a threat. She had to exert effort to suppress it, sweat forming on her brow.
Thor tightened his grip on Stormbreaker, the six Stones shining brighter. He could feel it—Strange was undergoing a fundamental transformation.
Levi stood calmly, watching.
He knew there was no danger. The Vishanti embodied order and light—they would not harm a true protector. Strange, for all his flaws, was willing to sacrifice everything to protect the world.
At the end of the third hour, the change came.
A golden light gathered at Strange's forehead. At first faint—like the first light of dawn—but rapidly intensifying until it formed a vertical eye.
This eye was nothing like the corrupted third eye of a dark Strange.
That one was crimson, filled with madness and destruction.
This one was pure gold, radiating warmth and sanctity—like a miniature sun.
The moment it opened, the entire Avengers base was bathed in golden light.
Wanda felt it.
Her Chaos Magic calmed.
The crimson energy, as if encountering its natural counterbalance, began to settle and condense.
Yin and yang. Black and white. Chaos and order.
Opposites—achieving equilibrium.
Strange opened his eyes.
His normal vision returned, but the golden eye remained as a faint mark on his forehead.
He looked down at his hands.
Golden runic patterns flowed beneath his skin like ancient symbols coursing through his veins.
He could feel it—the fundamental change.
Before, he borrowed power.
The Vishanti were the lenders—he was the debtor.
Now—
He was the source.
Order and light had fused into his very being. He no longer needed to borrow power.
He was white magic.
Strange looked up at Levi.
He wanted to say something—but his throat was dry.
In the end, he just nodded.
Levi nodded back.
No more words were needed.
Wanda stepped forward, standing beside Levi. Her crimson energy resonated with Strange's golden light—black and white intertwining in strange harmony.
Thor watched, unable to hold back a grin.
"Your aura's changed," he said approvingly. "Before, you were a mortal borrowing divine power. Now… you are divine."
Strange didn't argue.
He felt it too. Before, casting spells was like borrowing money—always a cost, always a limit.
Now, he was the bank.
"Thank you," he said to Levi.
Levi waved it off.
"Don't thank me yet. In three hours, you'll need to prove it wasn't wasted."
Strange nodded, focusing on his hands. Golden patterns flickered as he formed complex spell arrays—three times faster than before, with almost no effort.
Wanda stepped in front of him.
They locked eyes.
Crimson and gold. Chaos and order.
The energies collided—but instead of conflict, they formed balance at a higher level.
"Interesting," Levi murmured.
The Avengers' strongest magical lineup had taken shape:
The Scarlet Witch, wielder of Chaos.
The Sorcerer Supreme, now the embodiment of white magic.
Thor, wielding a fully empowered Stormbreaker.
And Levi himself, master of twelve laws.
A top-tier force—even in the multiverse.
But Levi knew—
It wasn't enough.
The Council of Kangs wasn't a normal enemy.
Each Kang was a conqueror across timelines. And together…
Levi raised his head, his gaze piercing through the ceiling, through the clouds, into the void beyond.
Wanda and Strange sensed it at the same time.
The sky… was breaking.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
The blue sky fractured like a giant mirror, cracks spreading outward until the entire heavens shattered into countless pieces.
Beyond them—
Endless darkness.
And within it, countless lights ignited.
Not stars.
Ships.
Thousands upon thousands of warships poured through fractures in the timeline, blotting out the sky as they entered Earth's orbit.
Each bore the same symbol—
A twisted infinity sign.
The vanguard fleet of the Council of Kangs had arrived.
Levi smiled faintly.
Six hours.
Not a second off.
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