The moment the surrounding light dimmed, Doctor Strange felt as though he had been cast adrift in an endless sea of stars. All around him, countless suns shimmered like diamonds scattered across the vast fabric of space. The dazzling brilliance of distant galaxies drifted by in waves, forming an ocean of light that seemed to go on forever. For a brief second, he forgot to breathe—lost in the beauty of the cosmos itself.
Then, the illusion shifted. The stars began to blur, streaming past him at impossible speed. Worlds flashed by like shooting sparks, each one gone before his eyes could register it. The acceleration made him dizzy; it was as if he were falling through time itself.
Finally, the motion ceased. A single planet filled his vision—a world of advanced civilization, its surface gleaming with silver cities and bright blue oceans. It was clean, peaceful, and vibrant with life.
"This," came the calm voice of the Ancient One, echoing in his mind though her figure was nowhere to be seen, "is Xandar, the homeworld of the Nova Empire in the Milky Way."
Strange blinked, confused. "Why are you showing me this?" he asked quietly.
Before he could get an answer, the world below began to tremble. A faint pulse—then a growing vibration—rolled through the void, shaking even the stars around it.
"What… what's happening?" Strange asked, his voice tight with unease.
Then came the explosion.
A burst of blinding light erupted from the surface of Xandar, followed by a shockwave so vast that even from space, it made Strange flinch. His instincts screamed that something terrible had been unleashed.
On the outskirts of the planet, massive motherships and war cruisers appeared one after another, filling the darkness with the cold gleam of their hulls. Yet even those armadas—so terrifying in their own right—were nothing compared to the energy radiating from the planet itself.
And then he saw it.
A figure shot up from Xandar's surface, so fast that the air itself seemed to rip apart in her wake. When Strange's eyes adjusted, his pupils shrank in disbelief.
"That's… Bella?"
A thunderous BOOM echoed through the universe, the vision dissolving into a storm of color. The light around him flickered back to normal, leaving Strange standing in the calm chamber once again—soaked in cold sweat, his heart pounding like a drum.
Across from him, the Ancient One sat quietly, sipping her tea as though nothing had happened.
Strange swallowed hard. "That… that was a Level God Father, wasn't it?"
The Ancient One smiled faintly. "Now you understand what such power means."
The memory of the vision burned in his mind. He had just witnessed a battle between Bella and Thanos, a cosmic warlord whose strength was already the stuff of myth. Their clash was beyond comprehension—each strike shattered the heavens, every blow sent shockwaves through entire star systems.
At one point, Bella had lifted a burning planet with her bare hands, holding it above her like a divine judge passing sentence. The moment she hurled it down, tens of thousands of warships and millions of lives vanished in a single, fiery instant.
Even now, Strange could still feel the echo of that moment. The raw, divine power. The despair of realizing how small he was before such might.
"She destroyed a planet…" he whispered. "With one hand."
He turned toward the Ancient One again. "So that was the Level God Father?"
But the sorcerer merely shook her head. "No, Stephen. At that time, Bella was not yet a Level God Father."
Strange froze. "Not…?"
"True Level God Fathers," she explained softly, "are beings who can rewrite the laws of existence. They can unmake worlds, reshape galaxies with thought alone, and walk across the stars as easily as breathing. They are not just powerful—they are divine."
Strange inhaled sharply. The image of Bella dragging a planet burned in his memory, and yet that was considered lesser than true godhood? The realization sent chills crawling down his spine.
"How strong is she now?" he murmured, half in awe, half in fear.
The Ancient One simply gave him a knowing look. "Stronger than you can imagine. But remember this, Stephen—disaster is coming. The age of mortals is changing. Are you ready to become a new legend?"
Her voice faded, leaving only silence.
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Far away, on a lush and untamed planet, life thrived beneath a golden sun. Towering trees reached skyward, their emerald leaves glittering like jewels. Unknown birds soared through the clouds, calling out with sharp, melodic cries. The air was thick with the scent of salt and greenery, and the gentle roar of the ocean waves echoed from a nearby shore.
It was paradise—a primitive world untouched by civilization.
On a wide stretch of soft white sand, the waves danced playfully at the edge of the beach. Angie, wearing a vibrant swimsuit and a pair of round sunglasses perched on her head, stood with her arms outstretched, laughing as the cool surf washed over her bare feet.
"Ha! This is amazing! So this is what a primitive planet looks like? The Earth must've been just like this billions of years ago!" she shouted joyfully, her voice mingling with the wind.
Behind her, the group had set up everything for a perfect beach day—a barbecue grill, an oven, a parasol, and a line of beach chairs. A three-meter-wide picnic mat lay on the sand, covered with plates of food: applesauce, peanut butter, and other simple but delicious snacks.
It was less of an expedition and more like a family vacation.
Normally, they would have brought tents, but with Bella's teleportation, there was no need. Everything they needed could be summoned back and forth in an instant.
For once, even the stoic Bella allowed herself to relax.
The two little ones—Sally and her two playful pets—were racing along the shoreline, their laughter mixing with the sound of the sea. The child's delighted giggles and the cheerful barking of her animal companions filled the air with warmth and life.
Bella herself wasn't dressed for swimming. Instead, she wore loose shorts and a thin white T-shirt, sitting lazily on a reclining chair. A magic tome from the Sanctum lay open in her lap. From time to time, she reached for her drink on the nearby plastic table and took a slow sip, the ice clinking softly against the glass.
Her sunglasses mirrored the clear blue sky, her bare feet buried in warm sand. She looked serene, but there was still that unmistakable aura of power and mystery about her—like a goddess choosing, for a moment, to live among mortals.
The scene was peaceful—almost too peaceful.
Bella smiled faintly, listening to the sea breeze and Angie's laughter, watching Sally run with joy. For a brief, rare moment, she felt content.
But then—something shifted.
A ripple of energy brushed against her senses, subtle but undeniable.
Her smile faded.
Without moving much, Bella lowered her sunglasses with one hand, her golden eyes flicking toward the distant treeline. In that instant, her expression hardened, the warmth draining away.
The sea wind carried a faint chill, and for a heartbeat, the peaceful paradise seemed to hold its breath.
Her eyes narrowed. A glint of cold light flashed within them.
Whatever had disturbed her—it was coming.
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