The more Luan thought about it, the more excited he beca.
"What do you need to do?" he asked curiously.
The strange voice echoed again.
"Set up a magical ritual, channel my power into this world, destroy three sanctuaries, and prepare for my descent!"
Hearing the instructions, a hint of doubt and hesitation flickered in Luan's eyes, but it quickly vanished.
He had already started imagining the scene: transforming into a terrifyingly powerful being, standing triumphantly before the White Cloaked Hero and the ssiah, crushing them with ease while delivering scornful remarks.
"What should I do?" Luan asked, brimming with excitent.
The strange voice replied coldly.
"A blood sacrifice. The ritual requires lives and their blood..."
Anticipation filled Luan's eyes as he envisioned the mont of gaining the entity's bestowed power and utterly surpassing the ssiah and the White Cloaked Hero.
While Luan reveled in his fantasies and Doctor Strange pondered the sudden surge in divine power, Syd was calmly hovering above the streets of Washington, D.C.
Below him, everyone who saw him instinctively covered their mouths, their eyes wide with fear and disbelief.
Glancing at the people below, Syd paid them no mind. His focus was set on his destination ahead.
If he intended to confront the Arican leadership and locate their military headquarters, the logical first step would be the seat of power itself.
Conveniently, the White House was in Washington, and he had descended not far from it.
With this thought, he moved, flying steadily toward the White House.
"What is the ssiah planning to do?"
"Where is he going?"
The people on the streets initially sighed in relief when they saw him leave, but soon confusion overtook them.
Before long, soone noticed his direction and exclaid, "That way... isn't that where the White House is?"
"The White House?!"
Shock rippled through the crowd.
That's where the president resides!
As they speculated in alarm, governnt agencies across Washington scrambled into action upon receiving news of the ssiah's presence.
Despite their swift response, Syd's proximity to the White House left them with little ti to prepare.
By the ti Syd reached the White House periter, armored vehicles patrolling the area ca to an abrupt halt.
Ard officers, including SWAT teams and FBI agents, quickly disembarked, weapons and shields at the ready.
In unison, they raised their black firearms, aiming directly at Syd, who hovered in the air.
A loud, amplified voice of a middle-aged man bood through a speaker.
"ssiah?"
"What is your purpose here? Stop imdiately!"
"If you don't stop, we'll open fire!"
Though the voice carried a tone of warning, it failed to mask the underlying fear.
Had it been any other threat, they would have opened fire the mont it approached the periter. There would have been no negotiation.
But this wasn't just any threat-it was the ssiah. Even the Secret Service director issuing the warning from a safe zone felt trepidation. The officers on the ground, though outwardly resolute, were equally hesitant.
They hoped, against all odds, that the ssiah would simply leave.
anwhile, a crowd of curious onlookers gathered in the distance, undeterred by the
potential danger.
Syd cast a brief glance at the ard officers and civilians below but remained indifferent. He continued flying forward.
Barely ten ters into his advance, he noticed several small patrol drones approaching.
Each drone's cara was trained on him.
At the sa ti, Syd sensed the presence of snipers hidden in the distance. Over a thousand rifles were trained on him.
Though none of this posed any real threat to him, Syd found the White House's level of security mildly amusing.
The drones' speakers crackled with another warning.
"ssiah, this is your final warning. If you proceed, we will take action. This won't end well for anyone!"
From afar, the faint roar of jet engines reached Syd's ears.
Turning slightly, he saw five fighter jets taking off from a nearby airbase, rapidly closing in on his location.
Such a display of firepower might have intimidated any terrorist or even Magneto, who would have found himself at a disadvantage. The governnt had long developed weapons specifically to counter him, such as plastic firearms and bullets.
Unfortunately for them, none of this mattered to Syd.
anwhile, news of the unfolding situation at the White House quickly spread.
So learned through spies, others through governnt insiders.
One particularly audacious television network received the information and, in a bid for
ratings, began broadcasting the event live.
Before long, Aricans across the nation were glued to their screens, watching the unfolding
drama.
A nervous male anchor spoke in a rushed tone:
"Breaking news! Breaking news!"
"We're reporting on an ongoing incident that appears to be a terrorist attack!"
"The location is the White House, and the figure in the footage is none other than the
ssiah. What is he planning to do?"
Drone footage stread live from the scene, showing heavily ard officers surrounding the White House and a lone figure in black hovering above.
ssiah!
The mont they saw him, viewers across the country were stunned.
Word spread like wildfire, and the broadcast's ratings skyrocketed.
At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Professor Charles, Magneto of the Brotherhood, Tony at the Stark Tower in New York, as well as S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra operatives-all tuned
in to watch.
Even Luan, whose mind was partly occupied by the entity's voice, noticed the broadcast.
Staring at the figure on the screen, he murmured in awe, "It's the ssiah. What is he
planning to do?"
(End of Chapter)
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