chsdbacks Chapter 447 Rune: Ah, is this my funeral?
Chapter 447 Rune: Ah, is this my funeral?
Chapter 447 Rune: Ah, is this my funeral?
It took Rune three whole days to teleport out of the black hole.
This far exceeded Rune's own expectations. He thought he would be able to perfectly master his magic and send it out within a day, which is why he didn't tell anyone else about it.
Seeing that Rune had finally escaped from the black hole, the nightmare demon beside him wore a strange expression.
"What's wrong?" Rune asked, puzzled.
The nightmare took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to laugh, and said softly, "My personal suggestion is that you'd better go home as soon as possible."
Rune blinked, looked at the nightmare, and said, "Of course I want to go back, but the problem is, how do I get back?"
"Feel the Dream Stone," Morpheus said softly. "It will teach you everything."
"Okay." Rune followed Morpheus's advice and focused his mind on the stone.
In that instant, a flood of information rushed into his mind. In the past, he might have been stunned for a while, but now Rune had already learned how to process large amounts of information.
Rune quickly broke this information into fragments, which were then transformed into satellites orbiting around him under the influence of his mind control abilities. Rune only needed to sense each fragment one by one and find the most useful information among them.
Soon, he found what he needed—a way to leave the Dreamland. Following the instructions, Rune's figure quickly disappeared.
After watching Rune leave, Morpheus could no longer suppress his smile. With a wave of his left hand, a huge screen appeared in front of the Nightmare.
On the screen, a group of people are holding a funeral.
Look, the show is about to begin!
A few minutes ago.
Tony stood inside Stark Tower, the place where Rune had first summoned them. Jarvis announced the final scan results in a calm, almost emotionless synthesized voice.
There was no sign of life on that planet.
They spent three whole days searching for the boy who had saved them from their predicament, but now they had found nothing.
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Even the most talkative Spider-Man stood quietly behind Tony, his mind filled with the image of Rune promising to save Aunt May.
Stark's hand was also unconsciously twirling a rock he had taken from a deep crater on that planet.
It was tainted by the dark magic unique to Rune, and melted under the influence of the intense magic. After cooling down again, it almost turned into obsidian, with some sharp edges.
The cold touch of the stone, penetrating the suit made of nanobots and symbiotes, stung Tony's fingers, briefly waking him from a numb weariness.
"I—we—" Peter tried to say something. He could see the dark circles under Tony's eyes. He knew Tony had been searching for the boy in various ways. He wanted to comfort Iron Man, but—
He couldn't even finish speaking, and his eyes were already brimming with tears.
Peter pulled off his mask and covered his eyes with one hand. Spider-Man realized that he couldn't even comfort himself.
For them, and for all the heroes and villains of the Marvel Universe, an era has ended. The boy who saved everyone twice, and then saved other superheroes, is dead.
Upon hearing Jarvis's words, the Kents could no longer hold back; they embraced and wept together.
Clark's eyes were red and swollen. He wanted to scream and smash something, but when he looked at the raven curled up in a ball on the other side and then at his parents, what right did he have to cry out?
Now, it's time to protect my little family in Rune's place.
Wolverine closed his eyes, pretending to remain calm, but his heaving chest betrayed the short yet fierce man. Logan had lost many comrades, but he could never get used to it.
The Scarlet Witch sat beside the raven, helping the little girl resist the out-of-control magic. Her immense grief caused the powerful force from the Three Palaces within her to surge violently.
And she happens to be Raven's teacher. Although Wanda's feelings are not calm either, she must act more mature.
Constantine stood outside the door, pacing aimlessly back and forth until the cigarette butt burned his fingers. Only then did he mechanically take out the pack and get a new cigarette.
He didn't believe Rune was dead, but it was true. While scientists were scanning the entire planet with robots and drones, the wizards, especially Constantine, were also busy.
They chose to use the power they had acquired to find the boy.
Constantine even went to see the legendary Lady of Shangdu, but the result was not good.
As for Hell—he'd been there too. Currently, Hell is ruled by two angels, who are relatively easy to talk to, but Constantine still paid a heavy price. And the result was—
No.
Rune's soul is not in Hell. Is he in Heaven?
Constantine continued to daydream, "Going to heaven—"
This is the fate of mages. In this dark universe, no matter how careful a mage is, they will die a gruesome death.
The other heroes stood scattered throughout the hall, their expressions blank and their faces grave. They had experienced this many times before and knew that this was the fate of everyone present.
But no one can readily accept this fact.
Tony rubbed his temples and turned his head. Due to Rune's special circumstances, he did not want to entrust the funeral to the pastors of those churches.
They didn't know what great achievements the boy had made, nor did they know how important he was to everyone; they just mechanically recited the same old eulogies.
This is blasphemy against Rune.
Tony turned and said solemnly, "Today, we gather here to bid farewell to one of the greatest members of our group."
A projection was displayed in the hall; it was a metal sphere containing Rune's personal belongings.
"He was just a passerby in our world, yet he was willing to lend us a helping hand—" Stark was uttering each word clearly, "more than once—"
"He—" Stark wiped his eyes. "I'm sorry, I was a little—a little out of control. I'm so sorry. I always thought I could do something for him, but—"
He couldn't continue.
Sobbing could be heard from the audience; no one blamed Stark, and no one could accept this fact.
It took Tony quite a while to finally recover.
"Launch." Tony barely managed to suppress his emotions, and Pepper Potts beside him silently pressed the button as well.
Everyone stared solemnly as the clothes Rune had once worn and the items he had once used were sent into Earth's orbit by the metal sphere, where they rubbed against the edge of the thin atmosphere, creating a brief but brilliant burst of light.
Just like Rune's own life.
The crying grew louder and louder.
Just then, a massive black portal appeared in the center of Stark Tower.
"I'm back."
A familiar voice rang out, and a handsome boy stepped out, then froze, stunned by what he saw. "Uh, sorry, I didn't know there was a funeral being held here—"