As the tension between Lex Luthor and Felix Faust continued to escalate, the room bore witness to a clash of sorcery and magic-technology, with me, the enchanted tunic, observing it all unfold.
Lex, standing confidently in his MagiTech suit, extended his armored arm towards Felix once more. His attacks had done so much damage to the room, and Felix was gathering himself among the pile of rubble.
The air was dusty as Felix thought out his next move. He had the Witch's Wand by his side, an anti-magic artifact that could counter magic attacks. He was semi-absolute, meaning that anti-magic didn't have a permanent effect on him: more technically, it didn't complete corrupt his chakra.
Lex's suit's capabilities on the other hand were only beginning to reveal themselves.
Felix Faust, determined to turn the tables, raised his hands, conjuring a ball of mystical energy, preparing to launch a counterattack.
But before Felix could launch his mystic assault, Lex's suit reacted swiftly. A panel on the armored chest of the suit opened, revealing a circular device. Within moments, it emitted a radiant blue glow, forming a protective energy shield around Lex.
Felix's magical assault slammed into the energy shield, causing it to ripple with power. The collision sent shockwaves throughout the room, and the walls quivered under the intense pressure.
"Is that all you've got, Felix?" Lex taunted, his voice muffled by the suit's helmet. "Your magic can't penetrate my defenses. Neither can your anti-magic too."
Felix gritted his teeth, realizing that he wasn't a match for this. Not with his current state, however, and he needed to get back his full power, just to show all the fools that had defeated him a taste of his might.
His first step towards that goal was to obtain all the relics that Lex had collected. Next, he would take the Will of Prime from Doctor Strange, becoming the Candidate Prime Sorcerer.
After that, he would use that advantage to unlock the full potential of Dimension Travel from the the Scroll of Dimensions, and use it to go back to when his power was halved by Anti-Magic.
Lex activated another feature of his suit, as Felix came up with a plan to disable the suit. The stripes of green on the suit's limbs began to emit a pulsating energy, and with a swift motion, Lex's form blurred as he disappeared from his current position. In an instant, he reappeared behind Felix, taking him by surprise.
Felix tried to react, but the suit's enhanced speed allowed Lex to strike with precision. He extended a mechanical arm from the suit and grabbed Felix, lifting him off the ground. The suit's augmented strength was evident as Felix struggled against its grasp.
Lex's voice came through the suit's speaker system, cold and calculated. "Don't you underestimate the power of science, Felix."
With a forceful motion, Lex hurled Felix across the room, sending him crashing into a shelf, stacked with ancient books and scrolls that hadn't been packed yet. The impact was jarring, and the books tumbled in all directions.
This was beginning to annoy me, and my intention of holding back until Felix won was beginning to waver. This guy honestly didn't stand a chance against that, but I knew I did. I could feel the threads of my tunic rippling as I desired to put an end to this fight.
But I still chose to wait on the outcome.
Despite the odds, Felix's determination remained unshaken. He slowly rose to his feet, his magic still coursing through his veins.
He couldn't let Lex's newfound power go uncontested. He summoned a barrier of mystical energy around himself, preparing for the next assault.
Felix unleashed a series of attacks, but Lex's suit effortlessly deflected or absorbed them, showcasing its versatility and adaptability.
Lex not only defended Felix's attacks, but also, embracing his new identity as a technological sorcerer, responded with a series of devastating attacks. Beams of energy shot forth from his suit's palms, striking with precision and force. The walls and pillars of the room bore the scars of these confrontations, as the two forces clashed.
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Felix was relentless, determined to prove that his mastery of magic could still overcome this technological marvel. He summoned a massive elemental construct, a towering golem formed from the very stone and earth of the room. The golem lumbered toward Lex, its massive stone fists raised to strike.
Lex's suit reacted swiftly. The chest panel opened once more, widening the void in the chest area. A brilliant green light emitted from the void spaced.
The cape at the back of his suit responded too as it glowed in a green light, channeling it's anti-magic properties to the suit. The energy from the cape flowed through the suit, forming a barrier of anti-magic around it.
The golem's magical essence was instantly nullified as it came into contact with the suit's protective field.
With a single punch, the MagiTech suit shattered the golem into a cloud of dust and rubble. The room shook from the impact, and the dust settled as Lex remained unscathed.
"Felix, all of you need to understand," Lex spoke as he approached Felix, the suit's mechanical movements fluid and graceful. "This is the future of power. Nothing can match what science can achieve."
"All those who believe they are more powerful than me will trembled in my presence." Lex said. "I will be the only powerful man on Earth! No Alien or sorcerer can surpass me!"
Felix, panting and battered, tried to gather his strength for one final assault. He muttered an incantation and conjured a channel of dark energy, attempting to envelop Lex in a web of mystic power. But before the spell could take effect, Lex activated another feature of his suit.
The suit's cape extended, its interior lined with the faded array of anti-magic runes. As the dark energy vortex approached, the cape absorbed it, converting it into harmless particles of light. The once menacing spell dissipated harmlessly into the air.
With a swift motion, Lex approached Felix, his armored hand reaching out to grasp him. Felix, realizing that he had been outmatched, raised his hands in surrender.
"Enough, Lex," Felix conceded. "You win."
Lex's suit grasp on Felix remained firm, however, levitating him above the floor. The room, though in disarray, was now free from the chaos of battle.
Lex's helmet retracted, revealing his triumphant expression. "Pathetic, to think that you could defeat me. You are nothing but an insect."
"I shall end your life here and now." Lex proclaimed.
Well, I had rooted for the wrong guy after all, in the hopes of skipping all the tedious work. Seemed that it was time to flex my threads and get to work. After all, if you want something done right...
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"What did you need the Darkhold for?" Clea asked Doctor Strange. They were in the New York Sanctum, and Clea had managed to take the Dark Hold from a certain witch.
"Something else." Doctor Strange replied as he rested his form on a modern sofa, in a luxury room of the Sanctum.
"This kid." He said to himself as he looked around the lavish setting. "Not quite bad. But thankfully, it's the end for him."
"I have to take control." He thought to himself. "And begin by re-establishing a good rapport with everyone he has sidelined. I am never a threat. I'm always the hero."
"Even with all this knowledge he has gifted me, I still don't understand why he doesn't get what any of it is." He continued his thoughts. "What being a hero means. Putting your life on the line for others. Not selfishly walking the Earth and doing ridiculous things as you please."
He looked at the room in admiration.The sofa he was sitted on was upholstered in deep, rich, royal blue fabric.
The chandelier at the center of the room had an array of flickering candles as it shimmered in the adequate light.
There was a TV set directly facing the sofa, with a 57 inch screen displaying the face of a person with his eyes concealed by a cloth strapping.
This was the seating area that Razake had designed for himself, to resemble a condominium, and despite being a sorcerer Supreme, he wasted hours away watching animes and playing video games, still.
Outside, you could see a swimming pool set, through the windows.
"I have to stop him." Doctor Strange said, but not meaning to invoke a conversation with Clea. But she heard, and responded with a question. "Stop who?"
He turned to look at her. "Have you ever had your conscious stolen?"
"How would I know?" She asked.
"It's the worst possible thing to happen, especially when the person doing so does a poor representation of you." He continued.
"What do you mean?" Clea asked. "You have to finish whatever you are doing with the Dark Hold so that we can get going."
Doctor Strange looked at her and smiled. "I'm glad you came to look for me, because with this, I can get my life back."
Clea still didn't understand what he was saying still.
"I had to subconsciously misguide him to block my chakra so I could separate my consciousness from his." He continued his monologue. "But doing so meant that I risked not ever doing magic again, and dying as a result if his will didn't come back to me."
"But dying is better than being a prisoner in someone's mind." He added. "I've confirmed all I need to know about Razake, and now, it's time!"
"My plan is simple." He continued. "When our consciousness will be amalgamating again, I will be the one to take the upper hand, because this time I won't be caught off guard."
"With the Dark Hold, I can hold off on the consequences until I find the Will of Prime, soon." He said.
"You must be hallucinating. What are you saying?" Clea wondered.
"Believe me, I wish I had been hallucinating the whole time." Doctor Strange said. "I need to find my Cloak first before I can help with your problem.