Marvel: Rise of the Ultimate AI
Chapter 187: The Enchantress Amora

The woman's smile faded. Her expression sharpened as she warily sized up the armored figure now standing before her. Whoever this was had ap

The woman's smile faded. Her expression sharpened as she warily sized up the armored figure now standing before her.

Whoever this was had approached completely undetected. That alone was enough to raise alarms.

Until now, she had firmly believed that no one on this backwater planet—Midgard—could pull off such a feat. But clearly, she had underestimated someone.

"What made you suddenly take such an interest in this world's so-called superheroes?"

Gene's synthetic voice echoed coldly as his crimson V-shaped visor glowed eerily in the twilight.

"Sorceress of Asgard… Enchantress Amora."

Amora—the infamous Enchantress of Asgard—was one of the realm's most powerful spellcasters. Known equally for her devastating beauty and her gift for manipulation, she wove deceit and charm like a spider's web. Gods had fallen at her feet more times than one could count.

Amora's eyes lingered on Gene with intrigue, then curled into a smile dripping with seduction.

"I don't know what you are… but spotting me? That deserves some credit."

As she spoke, a misty green aura gathered in her slender hand.

"But you also made a mistake… You came alone."

She raised her arm.

The green mist billowed out like sentient smoke, curling into grotesque forms. A monstrous claw formed first, followed by an enormous torso, a spiked tail covered in barbs that promised pain, and finally—its head.

The creature's face was like a dragon's, but twisted and wrong. Its three pairs of glowing eyes burned with malevolent intent.

The beast charged.

Gene remained still. A golden magical sigil spun into existence in his palm, pulsing with power. With a calm flick, he unleashed a brilliant golden palm blast directly into the creature.

It was like hurling sunlight into mist.

The construct disintegrated instantly, as if melting under the heat of the sun.

"If that's the best Asgard's witches can offer," Gene said dispassionately, "then I don't see a reason to continue this encounter."

Amora's expression hardened.

This had just gotten complicated.

Gene gave her no time to recover. As the magical beast dispersed into the wind, he fired another palm blast at her.

A translucent green shield flared to life around her, absorbing the brunt of the hit—but even so, she was sent skidding back several feet. She had clearly underestimated his power.

Amora's boots hit the rooftop, her expression grim. Before coming to Midgard, she had considered its magic-users laughable.

Like many Asgardians, she carried the arrogance of the divine.

But the armored figure before her—this bizarre Midgardian mage—was rapidly proving her wrong.

Still, Amora wasn't called the Enchantress for nothing. In Asgard, she was feared as much as she was desired. She wasn't going down without a fight.

A surge of emerald energy erupted from her body, encasing her in an armored shell of hardened green magic. She conjured several offensive spells, lashing them out toward Gene like magical cannon fire.

BOOM!

One of the blasts slammed into the rooftop, triggering a shockwave.

But even before the dust settled, the roar of high-powered thrusters filled the air.

FWOOOSH!

Gene burst through the smoke with full propulsion. His red visor gleamed.

In a blink, he was directly in front of Amora.

She gasped—clearly not expecting such speed—and leapt backward.

But Gene gave no quarter.

They soared into the air, their duel trailing streaks of magic and energy. Blue, green, and gold lights burst like fireworks across the night sky. Spells collided mid-air. Blasts detonated like thunderclaps.

It was spectacular—and brutal. _{f|re(e)web.n\ovel. (c)o.m}

But Gene was clearly gaining the upper hand.

Every palm blast from him crackled with power, and each magical construct he unleashed further pushed Amora onto the defensive. His fusion of technology and magic was unlike anything she'd seen.

Still, she wasn't giving up.

From within her swirling aura, a massive serpent emerged in the void.

Sleek. Sinister. Seductive.

It embodied her nature perfectly.

Gene's armor immediately scanned it—reporting overwhelming magical concentration, its aura nearly dense enough to manifest as physical matter.

The serpent's cold eyes locked onto him. Its forked tongue slithered as it lunged forward, releasing a devastating pulse of magic. In a flash, it coiled around Gene, tightening with the intent to crush.

Gene's visor flickered red.

A golden glow erupted from his palm—and then, a sword.

Long, sleek, radiant—crafted of pure energy.

With a single swing, he slashed at the serpent's head.

SCREEEEEEE!

The beast let out a piercing scream. Its severed head writhed, only to regrow moments later—though now its aura was noticeably weaker.

Amora's brows furrowed. This strange armored Midgardian—this "Gene"—was more than dangerous.

His power was starting to feel… Odin-tier.

Another wail echoed across the battlefield. Gene's blade cleaved the serpent once more—and this time, it dispersed into nothing but smoke and light.

But instead of panic, a smile crept across Amora's lips.

Not fear.

But… satisfaction.

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