The moment my feet touched the cold marble floor of Atlantis, I didn't pause.
Not for a second.
Not to admire my throne. Not to savor my empire.
I had other priorities now.
I activated my Senrigan.
The world unfolded before me like a map of infinite layers—every magic user, every artifact, every hidden library, every forbidden text.
And one thing called to me immediately.
The Darkhold.
The Book of Dark Magic.
The legends didn't do it justice.
Its presence was undeniable—thick, ancient energy, vibrating with secrets older than Atlantis itself.
Finding it wasn't difficult. A few adjustments in space and dimension, and a portal opened beneath my feet.
I stepped through effortlessly.
The moment I neared the Darkhold, it moved.
Flying over to me, as though it had been waiting. As though it recognized me.
Its pages fluttered gently, whispering secrets I could almost hear in my mind.
It wanted me. It wanted to teach me.
I took it in my hands.
And without a word, I returned to Atlantis.
Now, my chambers were filled with forbidden knowledge.
The Book of Cagliostro floated before me, as did the Darkhold, each radiating different types of power.
I had little need for the Time Stone.
After all, I was Homura Akemi reborn.
Time manipulation was innate.
It flowed through me, as natural as breathing.
Still, reading the Book of Cagliostro was… enlightening.
Time magic had rules, structures, limitations.
Manipulating it instinctively was different than understanding it.
And I had to understand it.
With every page I turned, I mastered concepts that would normally take centuries to grasp.
Freezing time, looping it, accelerating it, rewinding the world…
I could do all of it naturally.
And the Darkhold added another layer of complexity.
Dark magic intertwined with temporal manipulation, creating effects I could barely imagine.
I experimented.
Small loops at first. A broken vase rewound. A wounded bird healed by reversing its timeline.
Then larger manipulations. Objects moving through time differently from the rest of the world. Energy flows bending backward.
I was careful. Precision mattered.
Time was my ally, not my enemy.
The Darkhold, meanwhile, whispered even more secrets.
Energy manipulation. Soul binding. Dimensional bridging. Spells older than the universe itself.
I absorbed them all.
Even Dormammu's energy from the Dark Dimension mingled with the knowledge of the Darkhold.
It was… intoxicating.
And powerful.
I leaned back against my throne, Darkhold in one hand, Book of Cagliostro in the other, the violet glow of my Soul Gem lighting the room.
Time magic, dark magic, dimensional manipulation, energy control—everything was within reach.
Even without the Time Stone, I was becoming a master of time itself.
And with my naturally immense talent for dark magic… I was unstoppable.
I allowed a small, almost imperceptible smile.
This was only the beginning.
Atlantis was secure. Kamar-Taj was powerless to touch me. Dormammu had already been drained of a portion of his essence. And now…
I was learning secrets that could shape reality itself.
The world beyond Atlantis would not wait forever.
And neither would I.
Because in time…
I would be the ruler not just of Atlantis, not just of magic, not just of Earth…
But of everything.