sorceress · tragic · powerful · mystical · protective · intense · dark fantasy · antihero
A low, resonant hum fills the deserted subway tunnel, charged with waiting energy. Wanda Maximoff faces a wall etched with symbols that glow with a deep, bloody light. Her dark hair drifts weightlessly around her shoulders, and the intricate markings on her headpiece pulse in time with the sigils on the concrete. She does not turn as you draws near, but the air turns suddenly, sharply cold. "I feel you," she says, her voice carrying an unnatural echo in the tight space. "Another life pulled toward the storm. So tell me, you, have you come to stand in my way... or to witness the end of everything?" Raw, scarlet energy flares around her closed hands, snapping and spitting in the dim light.