Until one day, Mavuika stepped out of the cultivation hall and gave a long stretch. Her gilded robe traced her graceful curves as the sunlight bathed her, as if plating her in a layer of gold.
She raised her hand to sense the flow of time, a hint of surprise touching the corners of her mouth; it was already the year 1990.
Unknowingly, she had been in Midgard for nearly a thousand years.
She could imagine that, given her sister's personality, these nearly thousand years of patient and meticulous work must have been an immense torture.
Once the Sanctum is complete, she must be properly rewarded.
However, with Hela's temperament, ordinary rewards would hardly move her.
To truly make her happy, she would likely need to be given a target to conquer.
Thinking of this, she shook her head and smiled. It was better to finish the current plan first.
Since she had some free time now, it was also time to go out for a walk.
The Ancient One appeared at her side at just the right moment: "Is Your Highness preparing to leave?"
Mavuika nodded. "I've stayed here for so long, and the plan is mostly complete. It's time to go out and see the World. I've truly troubled everyone at Kamar-Taj during this period."
The Ancient One smiled and shook her head. "Your Highness is too kind. It has been Kamar-Taj's honor to host Your Highness for so long."
"The Sorcerer is always so diplomatic," Mavuika laughed.
Afterward, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting her perception Swirl out like ripples.
Not just Kamar-Taj, not just the Himalayas—her consciousness gently brushed against the energy field of the entire Earth.
Then, she frowned slightly.
"However, Earth seems quite lively lately," Mavuika opened her eyes, a flash of golden-red light flickering in her amber pupils.
"It seems quite a few... 'guests' have come and gone?"
Strange fluctuations remained in the energy field: traces carrying the scent of stars, imprints containing powerful vitality, and the orderly frequencies characteristic of technological creations...
During the final few hundred years she had focused on the Resurrection Poem project, Earth seemed to have welcomed many visitors.
"Your Highness's perception is indeed sharp." The Ancient One's expression remained calm as usual. "There have indeed been some outsiders visiting."
Mavuika looked at the Ancient One. "It seems the Sorcerer noticed long ago. Why didn't you remind me?"
During that time, while busy with the final stages of the Resurrection Poem, Mavuika hadn't immediately noticed these subtle fluctuations.
Now that she had completely relaxed and was carefully sensing the energy surges of Earth, she finally discovered these clues.
The Ancient One was very frank. "The visits of these 'guests' posed no threat to Earth's future; in fact, they were slightly beneficial in some aspects. As long as they follow the rules and do not interfere with dimensional balance, I choose to turn a blind eye."
Mavuika was silent for a moment before nodding. "That is indeed consistent with your usual style, Sorcerer. However..."
Her gaze grew a bit sharper. "From Asgard's standpoint, the Nine Realms are not a back garden where they can come and go as they please. Midgard is under Asgard's protection. Theoretically, any unauthorized outsider should report to the Golden Palace."
The Ancient One smiled without speaking. Just as Mavuika said, this was Asgard's responsibility, just as Kamar-Taj's responsibility was to resist dimensional invasions.
While speaking, Mavuika had already slowly left the ground, rising into the air.
She did not use the Bifrost Bridge, nor did she use a portal. Having studied magic at Kamar-Taj for nearly a thousand years, she had long mastered the technique of the Spark Portal, but during non-essential moments, she still preferred to leave in her own way.
The resistance of the wind, the sensation of air brushing against her skin, the view of clouds spreading beneath her, and the constantly changing scenery along the way.
All of these gave Mavuika a sense of real, living joy.
As the God of Fire, she loved freedom and speed, and flying was the perfect embodiment of that love.
Her long hair moved without wind, and tiny sparks danced at the tips.
"Take care, Your Highness." The Ancient One looked up at Mavuika suspended in the air. "Kamar-Taj welcomes Your Highness's next visit at any time."
Mavuika nodded. "Sorcerer Ancient One, until we meet again. Help me say goodbye to the other sorcerers."
With that, warm but non-scorching golden-red flames ignited around her, and she turned into a streak of light, soaring into the sky at an astonishing speed and vanishing into the azure horizon in an instant.
Though she wasn't intentionally rushing, with Mavuika's speed, she still crossed half the globe within ten minutes, arriving above New York from the Himalayas.
She lowered her altitude, hovering beneath the clouds, looking down at this strange yet familiar city.
Then, she was stunned.
When she had traveled the World before, Earth was still in the Middle Ages.
On this land of New York, there were only scattered indigenous villages, and the largest 'cities' were nothing more than settlements enclosed by wooden fences.
But now...
Skyscrapers rose like a forest of steel, their glass curtain walls reflecting the afternoon sun to form a dazzling sea of light.
Streets were as orderly as a chessboard, with countless vehicles scurrying between them like beetles.
Bridges spanned rivers, ships dotted the harbor, and planes streaked across the sky leaving white contrails.
This was a completely different World.
Mavuika descended slowly, concealing her form and all energy fluctuations, floating above the city like a transparent observer.
Her gaze swept over the towering buildings, the bustling crowds on the streets, the dazzling array of goods in shop windows...
Then, her eyes fixed on the speeding metal creations on the streets.
She had seen four-wheeled cars many times through observation spells, so they weren't novel.
But those two-wheeled vehicles with sleek designs and roaring engines...
"Flamestriders!" Mavuika's eyes instantly lit up.
In her past life in Teyvat, the Flamestrider Xilonen made for her was one of her most cherished treasures.
It wasn't just a means of transportation; it was a partner, a symbol of freedom and speed.
She had once ridden it across the deserts of Natlan, through the rainforests, and up high mountains...
After coming to Asgard, she had always wanted to own such a vehicle again, but while the technology of the Dwarven Kingdom was exquisite, it never captured the feeling Mavuika wanted.
She had even considered having Eitri forge one according to the standards of the sun-blaze thousand suns, but it was ultimately shelved for various reasons.
And now, here in Midgard, she actually saw something so similar!
Mavuika could hardly wait to find an unnoticed corner to land.
When her feet touched the concrete of the sidewalk, she deactivated her invisibility spell and revealed her form.
She had already changed into modern clothing—a simple white shirt, dark blue jeans, and brown leather boots—all prepared while at Kamar-Taj.
She stood on the street corner, looking around at everything curiously, like a country girl entering the city for the first time.
High-rise buildings, neon signs, fashionably dressed pedestrians, fragrant fast-food joints...
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