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High above the skyline, Nolan soared turning the moonstone over in his hand. It radiated magical pulses as if trying to reshape him.
He could feel it: a dimensional signature deep, ancient, and potent. Whoever created this relic wasn't just a sorcerer they were a god.
He probed deeper with his mental field.
Inside the stone, arcane glyphs twisted in motion, drawing energy from a distant realm. Several of the runes weren't just passive they were actively casting on the wielder, channeling enhancements Nolan hadn't yet decoded.
"Zola… Viper…"
His thoughts shifted. With Strucker and Zemo already captured, only two Hydra heads remained.
Zola could slip through firewalls like a ghost in the code, his mind scattered across cyberspace. But Viper? She was corporeal still bound to flesh.
And far more interesting.
He'd fought her once. Her physical powers weren't threatening. But her ability to cheat death, her apparent immortality… there was more to it than the Serpent Crown.
He'd thought she simply used the crown.
Now he was certain she was fused to it.
That kind of magical bond wasn't accidental. And given how she had evaded certain death multiple times, it wasn't just Set's influence. Something else had to be shielding her.
She was layered in two multiversal forces.
That made her worth studying.
Decision made.
"Viper's next."
Zola's value lay in his artificial intelligence constructs uploading minds and building digital consciousness. But Nolan couldn't yet ensure containment for someone who was code.
Viper, however? She was wrapped in cosmic secrets.
He broke through the sound barrier his flight forming a white sonic ring behind him.
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Undisclosed Location
Deep in a stone-clad chamber, lined with Hydra emblems and snake sigils, Viper sat cross-legged on a ritual mat, breathing slowly.
"Stay calm… stay calm…"
She had just received word that Strucker was gone. Zemo, captured.
It was down to her and Zola.
And Nolan could only choose one next target.
Her gut twisted.
That wasn't fear it was her gift.
Viper had a sixth sense a built-in survival instinct, so sharp it bordered on precognition. It had saved her dozens of times before. It warned her of betrayals, ambushes, and assassins.
And right now, it screamed.
"He's coming for me," she whispered. Her hands trembled slightly. Black mist leaked from her emerald eyes.
It wasn't paranoia. It was prophecy.
But even in the face of death, Viper's mind raced not with panic, but strategy.
She'd survived worse. She always survived.
Her powers weren't just physical. She had leverage.
And she had an idea.
BOOM!
The chamber above shook violently. Dust rained down. Something massive had just crashed into her safe house.
"Already!?"
Viper barely had time to react before—
CRASH!
The ceiling caved in. A glowing figure descended through the breach, hovering in a slow, deliberate fall.
Nolan.
His cape swirled behind him like a shadow on fire.
Viper masked her panic with grace, brushing debris from her dress and giving him a sly smile.
"Well, well… I've been expecting you, Superman."
He landed with a dull thud, eyes narrowed.
"Trying to defect? Planning to grovel your way out of this purge?"
Viper didn't flinch. She arched her back, accentuating her silhouette as she sauntered toward him.
"You wound me," she said softly, voice like silk and venom. "Surely you, of all people, know the value of intelligence. Of alliances."
She leaned closer, her scent laced with subtle toxins. "Ask anything of me, and I'll obey. No price is too high."
Nolan didn't blink. "Still relying on charm and pheromone manipulation?"
He tilted his head. "But I'm not here for seduction. I'm here for answers."
Viper's smile twitched.
"You're powered by two multiversal forces," Nolan said, eyes glowing slightly. "One is the Serpent Crown—Set's domain. But what's the other?"
Viper hesitated.
Then, slowly, she whispered, "…Chthon."
Nolan's gaze sharpened.
"I was dying," she admitted. "Years ago. Betrayed during a contract. Left for dead in the Andes. But something found me in the dark."
"A voice. A pact."
"Chthon offered me strength—immortality, vitality, resilience. I accepted."
Nolan's expression darkened. "Don't say that name aloud."
Chthon was no small fry. He was chaos incarnate corruptor of souls. Author of the Darkhold.
Even the Sorcerer Supreme trod carefully around that name.
"And Set?" he asked.
"The Serpent Crown was an artifact I... stumbled upon. The power was overwhelming. But instead of being consumed, the energies began to balance."
Nolan frowned. "Set's presence cancels out Chthon's corruption?"
Viper nodded. "Their conflicting natures… keep each other in check. As long as I wear the crown, and maintain the pact, I walk between them."
He paused.
Then muttered, "You're not powerful. You're lucky."
Most who bonded to either Set or Chthon would've been possessed, devoured, or twisted into thralls. Viper had walked away with both and lived.
She wasn't just a mutant. She was a statistical anomaly a cosmic accident with potential.
Nolan's mind raced.
The Serpent Crown could regulate chaos magic.
That meant he could study it. Refine it. Weaponize it.
He stared at her for a moment longer, calculating.
"Very well," he said. "You're coming with me."
Viper gave a knowing smile. "I thought you'd say that."
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