Marvel's master of cosmic magic-Chapter 784

The super-tier spell Rowan Mercer had just unleashed was powered directly by his physical vitality.

Its destructive authority reached true-god territory.

By comparison, the residual Black Emperor power lingering around Roselle’s mausoleum no longer possessed divine completeness. Its core authority and key characteristics had long since been removed.

As for the Mother of Corruption, she remained shackled behind the ancient barrier left by the Original Creator.

And it wasn’t a full moon.

Nor a red moon.

Under these conditions, Rowan’s Fairy Law functioned as an absolute verdict.

Anything he designated as an enemy was erased.

Bernadette stared at Rowan, her breath unsteady.

"He’s... a true god."

There was no doubt left.

She had seen Sequence One beings before. With her father’s sealed artifacts, she could even temporarily approach that level herself.

But what Rowan had displayed went far beyond that ceiling.

More frightening still...

He looked relaxed.

Effortless.

Everything he had said before now made terrifying sense.

Klein swallowed.

"Old... buddy," he muttered. "You’re ridiculous."

Then his mood lifted instantly.

The stronger Rowan was, the higher the chance of saving Roselle.

And once Roselle returned...

That meant two god-level compatriots standing behind him.

Life was suddenly looking very safe.

"Done."

Rowan waved his hand.

The path into the mausoleum opened.

They stepped inside.

The interior was vast and silent.

Black stone walls.

A massive central platform.

And atop it, a throne sized for a giant.

Empty.

Waiting.

Bernadette raised a hand to her forehead.

"Eye of Secrets."

A vertical eye opened.

The mausoleum trembled.

A colossal shadow rose before them, releasing a hoarse, agonized cry.

"I’m contaminated. Leave. Leave now!"

The shadow was Roselle.

His soul.

When Rowan had purged the outer corruption outside the mausoleum, some of the pressure on Roselle had eased, restoring fragments of clarity.

But he knew the truth.

The Mother of Corruption would return.

And when she did, he would lose control again.

He had recognized Bernadette immediately.

He refused to risk hurting his daughter.

"Father..."

Bernadette’s voice broke.

Cracks spread across Roselle’s shadowy form.

Faint crimson moonlight began leaking through.

Roselle desperately tried to stitch the fractures together with shadow, but new fissures kept forming.

Rowan stepped forward.

"Relax, Old Huang. I’ve got you."

A magic circle unfolded above Roselle.

Fairy Law activated once more.

Brilliant radiance engulfed the shadow.

The crimson light was forcibly torn away.

A furious, distant shriek echoed through the mausoleum.

Then silence.

The corruption was gone.

Roselle’s form stabilized, transforming into the dignified image seen on the Blasphemy Card.

He opened his eyes and looked at Rowan and Klein.

"Does the tower suppress the river demon?"

"The tower suppresses the river demon."

"Chicken stewed with mushrooms."

The three of them stared at each other.

Then laughed.

Roselle understood.

The sentence Rowan had spoken earlier wasn’t from any known language in this world.

It was Mandarin.

And Rowan had called him Old Huang.

These two weren’t just allies.

They were from the same place as him.

"Catch up later," Rowan said. "Talk to your daughter first. We’ll wait outside."

Rowan and Klein turned and left.

Inside, Roselle pulled Bernadette into a tight embrace.

"My little princess... You really became someone amazing."

Outside, Klein glanced back.

"Did you tell her everything from Roselle’s diaries?"

Rowan shook his head.

"No. Only a small portion."

Then he smirked.

"Mostly the part about witches."

Klein winced.

"...That’s cruel."

Rowan shrugged.

"If I hadn’t done that, she’d demand I translate all of it. Including the stuff about him being from before the First Epoch."

Klein gave him a look.

He didn’t believe that excuse for a second.

An hour later, father and daughter emerged together.

Their eyes were still red.

Just before stepping out, Bernadette turned back.

"Father. When you come back to life, you’re allowed to remarry."

Roselle froze.

"But you’re not allowed to marry a witch."

"Ma—ma—"

Roselle coughed violently.

"Don’t be ridiculous. I only ever loved your mother. Those diary entries were written when I was corrupted. A lot of it was nonsense."

"Oh?"

Bernadette smiled sweetly and walked away.

The terrifying Queen of the Seas.

Reduced to a playful daughter in front of her father.

Rowan conjured a bag of sunflower seeds and handed it to Klein.

"Want some?"

Klein accepted.

"...Some people die but still live."

He glanced toward the mausoleum. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"And some people live... but they’re already dead."