Chapter 488: Darkhold

Chapter 488: Darkhold

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In the dense wilderness of Louisiana, Peter followed the Ancient One through a winding path, surrounded by a thick forest. As they walked, the dense foliage gradually parted, revealing a massive mansion hidden amidst the trees. The mansion seemed to materialize out of thin air, as if it were a secret only the forest knew.

Halting at the edge of the property, Peter turned to the Ancient One with a curious expression. "So, this is where a witch lives. Makes sense, I guess. Now what? We're just going to wait?" he asked, his tone a mix of bemusement and confusion.

The Ancient One nodded solemnly. "No, I'm going to wait here while you go inside. My presence would alert Agatha to our intentions. She knows me, and if she sees me, she'll flee or hide. That would complicate your plans."

Peter scratched his head, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah that makes sense. So I guess I get to go into the creepy witches house alone? Lucky me..."

The Ancient One let out a small laugh. "Yes, well, Agatha has always had a flair for the dramatic. She tends to take the whole dark witch thing fairly seriously. Just remember that she is formidable, and her mastery of magic is not to be underestimated. After all, she's managed to escape multiple encounter with me and many other masters back at Kamar-Taj."

Peter conceded with a nod of understanding. "Alright then, I'll go in. Just keep an eye out for any ghosts, ghouls, or axe murderers..."

With a bemused look, Peter left the cover of the trees and walked toward the mansion. The imposing structure stood before him like a relic from a forgotten era, its grandeur marred by an eerie stillness. The mansion seemed to beckon him forward, reminding him of ever scary movie he's ever seen.

'I wonder if she meant for her house to look like this?' Peter wondered as he climbed the porch steps. 'Maybe she just a fan of horror movies?'

His knock on the front door echoed ominously through the quiet house, and with a slow, eerie creak, the door swung open, revealing the dimly lit interior.

Peter, despite his inner thoughts, called out, "Hello? Is anyone home?"

Silence greeted him, but he pressed forward, feigning innocence to lure Agatha out of hiding. His footsteps echoed through the cavernous halls as he explored the house, its atmosphere growing more unsettling with each step.

The mansion seemed devoid of modern amenities, with no electricity to light its dark corners. Peter's senses tingled with a foreboding feeling of unease as he strolled through what felt like a sinister maze.

Soon enough, Peter encountered the mansion's inhabitants, or rather, grotesque apparitions created by Agatha's dark magic.

"How...?" Shocked, Agatha couldn't help but ask.

Peter smirked tauntingly. "Magic."

Realizing that her direct magical attacks were ineffective against Peter, Agatha changed her strategy once more. She called upon the Darkhold and summoned ominous tendrils of energy, aiming not at Peter directly but at the surroundings. The attic's objects and furniture began to come to life, manipulated by her will.

Chairs levitated menacingly, while ghostly hands emerged from the shadows, reaching for Peter with malevolent intent. Agatha's mastery over dark magic allowed her to animate the very environment, turning it against her foe.

Peter responded by channeling some Eldritch energy once again. He summoned a swirling vortex of mystical energy, a tornado of light that engulfed the animated objects and spectral hands. With a powerful surge, he banished them, their dark presence dissipating into nothingness.

The battle raged on, with Agatha hurling blasts of purple energy from her hands, each attack more desperate than the last. Peter countered with his Phoenix flames, creating fiery projectiles that seared through the air.

In a final, desperate bid for victory, Agatha attempted to summon the spirits of the deceased, raising the dead to fight on her behalf. Shadowy apparitions emerged from the corners of the attic, their hollow eyes fixated on Peter.

Peter, undeterred, pulled on the power of his Phoenix flames. With a wave of his hand, he created a fiery barrier that repelled the spectral intruders, returning them to the afterlife from which they had been summoned.

Soon enough, the battle reached its climax, with Agatha's powers waning in the face of Peter's unwavering strength. As she realized the futility of her efforts, her expression turned from one of determination to one of resignation. She knew the odds of her victory were slim and was already beginning the plans for her escape.

But before she could take a single step, a sudden and unexpected presence made itself known. The Ancient One, her presence concealed until now, materialized behind Agatha with an aura of unparalleled power.

With a swift and decisive motion, the Ancient One extended her hand, conjuring a blade made of shimmering Eldritch energy. Without hesitation, she swung the blade with precision and skill, severing Agatha's head from her shoulders in a single swift motion.

Agatha's body crumpled to the ground, her powers fading as the darkness within her dissipated. "You b*tch..." Her severed head spoke its last words before landing with a thud, Agatha's malevolent gaze forever stilled.

Peter watched with casual glance as the Ancient One's actions unfolded. He had sensed her presence, so he knew she would do something. Though he didn't expect her to sever Agatha's head so suddenly. 'I guess they had some unresolved history...'

The Ancient One, her expression triumphant, turned her attention to the Darkhold, the ominous tome that had been the source of so much chaos. With a wave of her hand, she levitated the book, ensuring that neither Peter nor herself would touch its dangerous pages.

"Peter," she said, her voice steady and commanding, "use your Phoenix flames to destroy it."

Peter nodded As he summoned his Phoenix flames, creating a searing blaze that enveloped the Darkhold. The malevolent tome seemed to screech in pain as it ignited in a brilliant display of fiery destruction, its pages consumed by the cleansing flames.

"That wasn't creepy at all..." Peter muttered sarcastically as the book turned to ash.

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