Game in Marvel-Chapter 110

The hag let out a wail and slammed her fist into the ground. The floor beneath them cracked, and a wave of filth erupted, forcing Keira to throw up a magical shield. Liam, however, leaped over it with ease, landing gracefully before delivering a spinning kick that sent the hag crashing against the ancient stone wall.

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"That armor—it's like a suit of enchanted plate, but it moves like nothing I've ever seen! And the magic. I haven't seen such before," Keira grumbled as she watched.

The hag shrieked again and lunged, her claws slashing wildly. Liam engaged the Interceptor's built-in energy blades, the twin daggers forming seamlessly along his gauntlets. With precision, he weaved between the strikes before plunging both blades deep into the hag's chest.

Then the energy blades proceeded to electrocute the hag with more power than his sword was able to deliver. She let out a screech before collapsing onto the ancient stone floor, lifeless.

"Well, that was a workout," Liam said from inside the armor. He was also pleased by what Tony had done to this armor. It was much better and had more energy, another plus point being that this Interceptor could fly without its thrusters overheating.

"That's... not magic. But it behaves like it. What in the world did you just wear?" Keira was still in disbelief as she watched. This man, in her eyes, went from abnormal to dangerous.

"Something way ahead of its time," Liam replied.

"You are full of surprises, aren't you?" Keira looked as if she wanted to pry further, but she let it go with a sigh.

"Let's keep moving. I have a feeling we're not done yet." Liam chuckled. And Liam was right. Both of them had to face two more problems before they were able to gain access to the place Liam had come all the way here for.

The first problem they faced was their own selves, and what was funny about the fight was that their reflections, sent to fight them, couldn't copy the magic of Liam's armor. They could only replicate his swords, and Liam took care of his doppelgänger before finishing off the fake Keira as well.

"Why did they fail to copy you?" Keira asked after they defeated the two fakes.

"Probably because the magic I use isn't made by elves," Liam replied after much thought.

"Wait, what? I thought magic was something that elves had exclusivity on." Keira was flabbergasted.

"Not everything is made and brought by elves, beautiful lady. Some are made by humans, and some by monsters. Don't look down upon any species," Liam replied. She couldn't believe that humans could ever find another way to control chaos and learn magic. But it also made sense, as she couldn't sense the chaos magic in it.

"Can I learn this magic?" Keira asked. This made Liam stop and look at her deeply, making Keira feel uneasy, as all she could see was the blue light where his eyes were supposed to be. "Forget that I asked."

"You can learn. But in return, you will have to teach me your magic," Liam said.

"What? I thought you knew magic," Keira said.

"Making weapons and learning magic are entirely different. In fact, my main quest is to learn magic and control it," Liam said.

"I promise to help you if you teach me too," Keira said.

"Deal."

And thus, they went on their search and soon came across the second problem, which was an artificial golem. They had to fight it out, and Liam had to give his all in this fight, using both lightning and ice attacks. Keira was more impressed than anything with this fight, and now she was hell-bent on learning the magic that Liam had come up with.

After the grueling battles, Liam and Keira finally found themselves standing before an ancient stone doorway with a portal. Liam had to cross through the portal, and for a brief moment, he felt as if he was traveling at the fastest speed possible. This made him feel a bit nauseous and also realize why Geralt hated portals.

Even with enhanced body strength and senses, he was still disoriented by the end.

"I hate portals," Liam murmured.

After that, Keira and Liam found themselves in a dimly lit chamber. Inside, the remnants of an elven scholar's study lay before them. Stone shelves lined the walls, filled with dust-covered tomes—some stacked haphazardly, while others remained neatly arranged. A cracked wooden desk sat in the center, its surface littered with scattered parchment and ink bottles long dried up.

Liam moved forward, carefully skimming the titles on the spines of the books. Most were written in the flowing, intricate script of the Elder Speech, their meanings lost to any who had not studied the language. He reached for a particularly ornate tome. As he brushed the dust away, the golden inscriptions glowed faintly.

After some digging around, they realized that Ciri might have been here once, but now she was missing, and thus, it proved to be a dead end again. Seeing no other way, both of them came back to the small library that the elf had made for himself in this hideout.

"This isn't ancient," she murmured. "You have been eyeing the books since you came. Can you read them?"

"Yes, I had an elven blacksmith teach me Elvish speech and writings," Liam replied.

"Oh. You must be really special for him to teach you their culture. They are very conservative and prude," Keira said.

"He was too, but he didn't have a choice," Liam said.

"Oh? Why is that?" Keira asked. Liam shook his head as he didn't want to reply. He could have told the truth, stating that the blacksmith had been dead long before. But if he replied, she would think that he had used necromancy, and that was a topic most sorcerers didn't have a good view of and wouldn't practice unless absolutely necessary.

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