"Sir, a massive burst of gamma energy has been detected, and the surrounding physical laws are being distorted," Jarvis reported from within the armor.
"The energy fluctuations resemble those from the Space Stone that Young Master Malrick once wielded. The probability that the opponent is using an Infinity Stone exceeds ninety-seven percent."
Tony's eyes narrowed as he studied the glowing Sling Ring in Cassandra's hand. "And the other three percent?"
"The opponent could be faking it," Jarvis replied. "It's possible she's simply projecting gamma radiation by other means, similar to Dr. Banner transforming into the Hulk."
Tony scoffed. "That's a stretch. I'd put that probability at less than point-one percent. Didn't you notice the green and red light radiating from that ring? That's clearly the Time Stone and another unidentified Stone."
"You are correct, sir. Based on current analysis, the second is the Reality Stone."
Tony exhaled sharply. "Great. That's just what we needed." He knew well from Malrick's experience how devastating the Infinity Stones could be.
"Sir," Jarvis added, "perhaps Miss Wanda could counter her. Wanda's power is strikingly similar to the Reality Stone."
"Jarvis is right," Wanda said. She dismissed her armor and rose gracefully into the air, crimson energy sparking at her fingertips.
On the ground, Cassandra smirked as she observed. "So you're not even going to try running? How disappointing. I was looking forward to seeing the crushed expressions on your faces when you realized you couldn't escape."
She twirled the Sling Ring for emphasis. On either side gleamed the Time Stone and the Reality Stone.
"I claimed this little trinket from the Sorcerer Supreme I killed. You seem familiar with it. The power of these two Stones is overwhelming, isn't it? I can already see the fear in your eyes. Witch, what will you say now?"
Casually discarding the unconscious Captain America like a rag doll, Cassandra turned her full attention to Wanda. Her elegant, composed façade could not disguise her murderous intent.
In the air, Wanda tilted her head, eyes burning red. "In my dreams, I saw another Wanda face someone like you. That encounter taught her what it truly meant to be the Scarlet Witch. Since you're so eager, I'll show you what I am."
Her body ignited with Chaos Magic. Crimson waves surged outward, colliding with the false reality Cassandra had conjured. In seconds, Wanda had unraveled most of the altered space. Reality itself split down the middle, two shades of red tearing the world apart. At the center, everything caught between their clash disintegrated into dust.
The Reality Stone faltered against Wanda's Chaos Magic. Cassandra's smirk slipped, her composure shattering. She snarled and called upon the Time Stone.
The emerald glow spread across the battlefield like a veil, slowing, reversing, and twisting Wanda's crimson tide. Space already corrected by Wanda collapsed once more, reality reshaping itself under Cassandra's command.
The duel resembled two titans forcing energy beams against one another, Cassandra's surge threatening to overwhelm Wanda.
But Wanda did not falter. She had felt the power of the Time Stone before, through Malrick's inner world. In her dreams, countless other Wandas had shown her how to counter it. Chaos Magic could warp reality itself—space and time included.
Her hands moved with precision, weaving spells faster, sharper, more refined. Slowly, her crimson energy halted its retreat and pushed forward again. Cassandra, still crude in her control, could not match Wanda's finesse.
Reality warped and cracked under the strain, corrected and shattered again and again. At the center, space threatened to collapse entirely.
"Damn it!" Cassandra shrieked, pouring everything into the Stones. Her refined persona vanished, leaving only rage and desperation. "How can you wield such power? You filthy Witch, you're just like Charles—refusing to die even with a noose around your neck!"
Her telekinesis erupted like a tidal wave. Behind her, the massive corpse of Ant-Man disintegrated into fragments. Bone spikes formed from the remains, launched at Wanda with devastating speed.
Tony, who had been gaping at the escalating clash, snapped out of his daze. "Okay, I'll handle this part!" He soared forward, blasting the spikes apart with repulsor beams. Shards shattered, scattering like dust.
But Cassandra wasn't finished. With a gesture, she reassembled the fragments at the atomic level, hurling them back into the fight.
"She can do that too? Jarvis, shields up!" Tony commanded. A protective barrier sprang to life, but the bone spikes disintegrated the moment they reached the boundary of Wanda's magic and Cassandra's Stones.
Tony froze mid-action.
"Sir," Jarvis said calmly, "it seems the two ladies don't require our assistance."
Tony cleared his throat, lowering his arm. "Of course. I knew that from the start. I was just… encouraging Wanda."
From above, Wanda didn't even glance at him. "Thank you, but this is my fight, Mr. Stark."
"Right, of course. All yours," Tony muttered, retreating behind her. Then, as if to save face, he added quietly, "Jarvis, you see this? These are the Avengers I picked."