American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 977 Peter's Unleashed Fury: How Dare You Touch My Daughter?!
Savin dodged Raven's magical attack and launched a counterattack.

A "living swamp" of tiny poisonous vines, writhing and spreading like a black carpet, reached out towards Raven.

Realizing that she would be swallowed up instantly if she got caught up in it, Raven immediately retreated.

"The flames are blazing!"

At the same time, Raven twisted her body forcefully in mid-air, and her wand shot out scorching flames downwards.

Orange-red flames licked the poison vines, crackling and emitting a burnt smell, temporarily halting their spread.

Raven took the opportunity to roll to the ground, her chest heaving violently as she braced herself with her wand, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

Savin's attacks were relentless and unpredictable, each one aimed directly at her limits.

The opponent stood there, not moving an inch, merely manipulating the area he had completely corrupted, and Raven felt how difficult he was to deal with.

"Feel it?"

Savin's deep voice came to her, "This is the true power of nature, not the growth and flourishing that you humans understand, but the cycle, life and death, prosperity and decay, corruption and rebirth! I am the will of all things, the inevitable return of all things to dust!"

He slowly raised his arms, as if embracing the entire darkness.

More thorns, revitalized trees, and even the swirling, decaying mud on the ground responded to his will, emitting a low hum.

"Your struggles are nothing but futile swirling of fallen leaves in the autumn wind. Surrender, Raven, unleash my power, and let this forgotten might return to this age of magic!"

Savin's voice possessed a seductive power, seemingly able to penetrate directly into Raven's soul, stirring up her deepest desire for power and her primal fear of death.

The dense dark magic of Halloween was continuously flowing into his decaying body, causing the pressure he exuded to rise steadily.

Raven held her wand, staring coldly at her opponent.

Savin's words were like cold, venomous snakes, coiling around her consciousness.

Exhaustion washed over her like a tidal wave, and every breath brought a burning pain to her lungs.

Taking a deep breath, Raven looked at the surging, malevolent "nature" around her, at the ancient deity who seemed to merge with the darkness. A profound sense of unease began to grip her.

"Submit...release..."

Savin's whispers, like a bewitching melody, echoed in her weary mind, carrying an irresistible allure.

Raven's arm felt incredibly heavy, and her fingers gripping the wand trembled slightly.

Perhaps giving up resistance and accepting this force is the most appropriate course of action?

This thought, like a poisonous mushroom in the dark, quietly took root.

Just as Raven was about to give up resisting due to the influence, a voice rang in her mind.

“My daughter won’t give up so easily.”

Peter's voice suddenly exploded deep within Raven's soul.

The voice, which sounded unreal, appeared directly in her mind.

"dad?"

Raven vaguely saw Peter's figure appear in the void not far in front of her.

Is that Dad?

Raven was instantly dumbfounded.

No, this is not the real father, but rather the part of his soul within my body.

She remembered her father saying that a part of his soul was intertwined with her own.

My father said that although I was not born of his blood, I did inherit a part of his soul.

In other words, the part of the soul that his father lost from his body has been inherited by him.

Wherever you go, this part of your soul will always remain deeply rooted within you.

Could these be fragments of Dad's soul?

Raven felt that the illusory shadow of her father before her originated from the deepest part of her bloodline.

It was her will, and her unwavering dedication to protecting.

Then Raven heard Peter's voice echoing in her mind.

“My daughter, you should understand that Savin does not represent the complete nature. He only represents the distorted and magnified decay and end in the natural cycle. True nature is the balance between life and death, the rebirth after destruction, the vitality that lies dormant under the harsh winter, and the cycle of fallen leaves turning into spring mud to nourish all things!”

“You, Raven, my daughter, half-demon, also possess life. Your magic, your will to protect, your bonds with your brothers and sisters—aren't these also part of nature?! This is the part of this grand cycle that belongs to the struggle of life, to the protection of hope!”

Upon hearing Peter's words, Raven looked up abruptly.

Hearing the voice of her father's fragmented soul within her body, Raven's confusion completely dissipated.

"dad."

As she murmured this, the confusion and wavering in Raven's deep purple eyes vanished instantly, like a thin mist blown away by a gale.

Instead, there is a light more dazzling than the stars!

"You're wrong, Savin!"

Raven's voice was no longer confused, but carried a soul-piercing power, clearly resounding in the dark void.

She straightened her back, as if supported by an invisible force, and raised her wand steadily once more, pointing it at the incarnation of the decaying forest.

"Naturally, it is not merely your decay and end."

Raven's voice was like a declaration, carrying an undeniable truth, "It also contains the radiance of life, the will to protect, and hope!" As she spoke, the deep purple magic no longer merely surrounded her, but surged around her like a boiling galaxy.

Within the enveloping magic, a pure, silvery radiance, seemingly capable of cleansing away all darkness, suddenly shone brightly within the purplish-black core, like a newly born star.

For the first time, Savannah's face, made of roots, showed an expression of astonishment.

Although he didn't quite understand what it was, he felt that it contained a power that he couldn't comprehend, yet which he instinctively felt disgusted and threatened by.

That should be the exact opposite of death and decay.

"impossible!"

Savin let out a low growl and took an angry step forward.

The surrounding dark power surged, and even more violent waves of thorns, living giant trees, and decaying swamps, like an apocalyptic tsunami, rushed madly towards Raven with the power to crush everything.

Faced with this devastating attack, Raven's lips curled into a smile.

She took a deep breath, as if to absorb the essence of all the magic of Halloween into her body. She raised her wand high, the tip pointing at the overwhelming tide of darkness. With all her might, she shouted the spell engraved deep in her soul, representing the ultimate power of hope and protection.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

(Expecto Patronum!)
"Wow!!!"

It is no longer a silent stream of light.

What appeared in the void was a loud crow's cry that pierced through gold and split rocks, containing endless will to protect and the radiance of life.

The sound was like a sacred horn announcing a new era, resounding through the heavens.

A raven made of pure Guardian Charm silver light emerged from the tip of Raven's wand.

This time, the image of the raven is more solid and more sacred than ever before.

The silver light was no longer gentle, but radiated a magnificent divine power capable of purifying all filth and dispelling all darkness.

The raven's body swelled with the wind, its wings spread wide like clouds hanging from the sky, completely enveloping Raven's body in divine light.

The silver raven, carrying a sacred radiance that purifies all things, resolutely crashed into the dark torrent composed of decaying thorns, living giant trees, and filthy swamps, symbolizing the corrupting power of Savin.

Light and darkness, life and death, protection and decay—these clash most fiercely within the space created by this Druidic tome!

Meanwhile, at Padrick Farm.

Raven's room on the second floor of the farmhouse.

An invisible, viscous feeling permeated the air, as if countless tiny, malicious eyes were spying from the shadows.

Peter stood in the doorway, his brow furrowed.

He was not a magician and could not sense specific energy fluctuations, but a kind of alarm from the depths of his soul, almost instinctive, made him uneasy.

He sensed an ancient, deep, suffocating decay and malice emanating from Raven's room.

Did Raven provoke some Halloween monster?
Stroking his chin, Peter pondered before pushing open the door and entering.

Upon entering the room, Peter's gaze swept over the familiar surroundings.

In Raven's room, there was a slightly messy desk, a single bed covered with dark purple sheets, and several slightly wilted plants on the windowsill.

Finally, his gaze settled on the center of the desk.

That thick tome, its cover emblazoned with ancient druidic runes.

It lay there quietly, as if asleep.

But Peter keenly noticed something unusual: the distorted runes on the cover seemed to be moving extremely slowly in the dim light.

At the edges of the pages, a fine, almost invisible gray mist seemed to slowly seep out, merging into the air and bringing with it that nauseating, rotten, sweet smell.

"A magic book?"

Peter walked over in a low voice.

This book was originally given to Peter by Wanda, and Peter later gave the magic book to Raven with Wanda's permission.

He remembered Wanda saying that the book was a gift from the witch Agatha Harkness.

This witch is no ordinary witch.

According to Peter's knowledge from his previous life, the witch's two students included Susan Storm, Franklin Richards, the son of Reed Richards, and the Scarlet Witch.

In the WandaVision series, this woman also appears as a villainous boss.

As he recalled the events, Peter reached out and grabbed the ancient book that exuded an ominous aura.

The moment his fingertips touched the cold, thick cover.

"Buzz!"

A cold, filthy feeling, filled with resentment and greed, suddenly shot into his mind through his fingertips.

Countless chaotic images were forcibly poured into Peter's mind.

Twisted forests, rotting roots, wailing ghosts... and Raven!
Peter saw Raven struggling in the darkness.

As countless thorns entangled her, Peter saw a gigantic figure made of decaying roots lunging at her with destructive power.

"Raven!"

Peter's pupils constricted as he witnessed this scene, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped by an icy hand.

(End of this chapter)