Chapter 001: Mundane Life
(A Mundane Life)
I had always been an ordinary guy, leading a mundane life in the bustling heart of New York City. My name is Razake, and I worked a 9-to-5 job in IT.
I lived alone in a small apartment, and my weekends were usually filled with basic activities like grocery shopping and binge-watching superhero movies. But little did I know that my life was about to take an extraordinary turn, a journey that would lead me to become the Sorcerer Supreme.
It all began on a rainy Friday evening. I had been eagerly preparing for weeks to attend a special event featuring none other than Stan Lee himself.
Stan was my hero, the creative genius behind some of the most iconic comic book characters in history. Meeting him in person was a dream I'd cherished for as long as I could remember.
As I sat in my apartment, surrounded by collectibles and comic books, I couldn't contain my excitement. I had purchased a VIP ticket to the event months ago, and the anticipation had been building with each passing day.
Stan Lee was not just a legend; he was an inspiration. His creations had filled my imagination, and I couldn't wait to tell him how much he meant to me.
However, that evening, as the rain pelted against my window and thunder rumbled in the distance, an eerie feeling washed over me. It was as if something out of the ordinary was about to happen, something beyond the scope of my ordinary life.
(Meanwhile in MCU)
In the heart of New York City, the very fabric of reality trembled under the influence of Loki's magic. The skies darkened with ominous clouds, and the once-familiar cityscape twisted and contorted as if it were an Escher painting brought to life. Chaos reigned, and the merger of the Marvel and DC Universes was well underway.
Doctor Strange, his crimson Cloak of Levitation billowing, stood at the epicenter of the chaos. His hands moved in intricate patterns as he chanted incantations, attempting to stabilize the rifts that threatened to consume both universes. Arcane shields shimmered around him, warding off the reality-warping effects of the convergence.
Loki, standing on a nearby rooftop, watched with a wicked grin. "Oh, Sorcerer Supreme," he taunted, "struggling to keep your precious multiverse intact? How droll."
Doctor Strange's brow furrowed with determination as he concentrated on the task at hand. The mystical energies surged through him, and he could feel the strain on his very soul. The Convergence was a force unlike any other he had encountered, and it threatened to overwhelm even his formidable magical abilities.
As he fought to maintain control, he couldn't help but wonder if there was more to Loki's involvement than met the eye. Was this all a game to the trickster god, or did he have a deeper motive for merging the two universes?
Suddenly, the rifts began to close, but not in the way Doctor Strange had expected. Instead of sealing them through a conscious act of magic, the rifts began to suck him in, as if reality itself hungered for his power.
"No! This isn't how it's supposed to end!" Doctor Strange cried out, his voice filled with desperation.
In a blinding flash of light, he was engulfed by the rift, disappearing from the chaotic battlefield. The Convergence waned, and the skies slowly returned to their normal state.
(Wishful Dreaming)
As I retired to bed, the storm outside grew in intensity. Lightning flashed, and thunder roared, casting an otherworldly glow across my room. The shadows on my walls danced with each flash, resembling eerie, shifting shapes. The tempestuous weather seemed alive, as if it held secrets it yearned to share.
I tossed and turned in my sleep, my dreams invaded by strange symbols and mystical incantations. They spiraled and twisted in my mind, like a cryptic language trying to convey a profound message. The thunder, far from disruptive, felt like a rhythmic chant, guiding me deeper into this enigmatic reverie.
Then, it happened. A blinding bolt of lightning struck just outside my window, filling my room with an ethereal, pulsating light. The brilliance was almost too much to bear, and for a moment, time itself seemed to halt. I jolted awake, disoriented and terrified, blinking away the lingering imprints of that divine illumination.
The room, once a sanctuary of familiarity, was plunged into a darkness more profound than before. Shadows clung to every corner, and the rain hammered relentlessly against the glass, creating a haunting symphony that echoed my disquiet.
I reached for my phone to check the time, but what I saw on the screen left me speechless. Instead of the familiar digital numbers, a series of cryptic symbols glowed ominously. They pulsed and shifted, like living beings, as if mocking my inability to decipher their meaning. Panic began to grip me, its icy fingers closing in.
Desperate to shed some light on the situation, I reached for the antique lamp on my bedside table. The aged brass felt cool under my trembling fingers, and as soon as my skin made contact with it, a surge of energy coursed through me.
It was as if I had tapped into some primal force that lay dormant within. The lamp exploded into a dazzling display of sparks and colors, showering my room with a breathtaking, kaleidoscopic symphony of light.
Stumbling backward in shock, my heart pounding in my chest, I realized I was no longer in my apartment. The dimly lit chamber that surrounded me was like something out of a fantasy, or perhaps a dream that had taken a tangible form.
It was adorned with arcane symbols etched into the walls, their patterns seeming to shift and breathe. Strange, mystical artifacts lay scattered about, some pulsating with an otherworldly energy.
As I stood there, caught between disbelief and awe, I felt like I had been transported into a different realm, a realm where the laws of physics and reality as I knew them no longer applied. Or was I just dreaming?
The boundaries between the ordinary and the extraordinary had blurred, and I was now poised at the precipice of an adventure beyond imagination.
In that chamber, the air carried a peculiar scent, a mixture of ancient parchment and something indescribably mystical. The very walls seemed to whisper secrets that transcended mortal understanding.
As my senses acclimated to this strange new environment, I noticed a faint, ethereal glow emanating from a pedestal at the center of the room.
Intrigued and guided by an inexplicable curiosity, I approached the pedestal. Upon it lay an ornate book, its pages adorned with the same cryptic symbols that had materialized on my phone screen. The book seemed to beckon me, its pages practically radiating knowledge and power.
Without hesitation, I reached out and opened the book. As I turned the pages, the symbols came to life, swirling and dancing in intricate patterns. Each page unveiled a new facet of the arcane, revealing spells, incantations, and ancient rituals. The knowledge within was profound, offering insights into the very fabric of reality.
Time became a blur as I delved deeper into the tome's contents, absorbing its wisdom. It was as if I had tapped into an infinite wellspring of magical knowledge.
Concepts that had once been beyond my grasp now felt like second nature. The mysterious symbols that had initially baffled me began to make sense, forming a bridge between the mundane and the mystical.
Hours, or perhaps days, passed in this state of profound revelation. I marveled at the boundless potential that had awakened within me.
The following morning I woke up both excited and utterly confused. The dream lingered in my head for days to come.
(Mystic Arts in DC)
The night of the event with Stan Lee arrived. The memory of my dream still lingered in my mind; question of what it meant and why it felt so real weighing on me.
It would have been a great thing to become a master of the mystic arts like Doctor Strange, just like the dream implied.
As I entered the auditorium where Stan Lee was set to appear, I felt a strange sense of foreboding. The audience was electrified with anticipation.
Stan Lee took the stage, and the crowd erupted in applause. His presence was magnetic, and his words resonated with the audience.
I watched in awe as he shared stories of heroes and villains, of courage and sacrifice. It was as if he held the key to a world beyond our own, a world of imagination and wonder.
But as Stan Lee's speech reached its climax, a brilliant burst of light erupted on stage, blinding everyone in the auditorium. When the light faded, Stan Lee was gone. Infact, everyone was gone, and I was floating in the air?
Floating in the air, disoriented and bewildered, I found myself in a place that was unmistakeably the top of a city. The city's dark, brooding skyline loomed before me, and I could see a vaguely silhouette against the clouds. It was the Bat-Signal, and I was in DC.
The mystic arts had arrived in DC.
Chapter 2. Just Another Day in DC
(Meanwhile in DC)
In the heart of Gotham City, the night hung heavy like a shroud. A veil of darkness had descended upon the city, cloaking its secrets and mysteries in an impenetrable obscurity.
But within that darkness, there were those who stood as beacons of hope and justice—the members of the Justice League.
High above the sprawling metropolis, on the rooftop of the Gotham City Police Department, Commissioner James Gordon stood with an air of grim determination.
The rain pelted down relentlessly, creating an eerie symphony of drops against the asphalt. He knew that the city's very soul teetered on the precipice of chaos, and there was only one way to call for the aid of its protectors.
With a practiced hand, Gordon reached out and activated the Bat-Signal. The massive spotlight, perched atop the GCPD building, roared to life, projecting the iconic bat symbol into the overcast sky.
Its silhouette cut through the rain and clouds, a beacon of hope for Gotham's beleaguered citizens.
Within moments, the signal reached the vigilant eyes of Batman. He was patrolling the city, as he often did, using the shadows as his cloak. The dark knight's keen senses detected the familiar beacon, and he was already soaring through the night.
His cape billowed behind him as he grappled to the rooftops, moving with an experienced grace. The cape, as much a symbol of fear as it was a tool of utility, whispered tales of vengeance and justice in the wind.
Batman landed silently on the rooftop where Commissioner Gordon stood. His presence was like a specter emerging from the abyss, his piercing gaze hidden behind the cowl.
"Commissioner," Batman's deep, gravelly voice rumbled through the rain, "what's the situation?"
Gordon, his trench coat drenched, quickly briefed Batman on the unfolding crisis. Reports had flooded in about a daring heist at the Gotham National Bank—the kind of heist that was beyond the capabilities of the ordinary criminals that plagued the city.
This was something different, something orchestrated by a mind of unparalleled cunning.
As Batman listened to Gordon's account, he couldn't help but feel that this was no ordinary crime. It was calculated, precise, and it bore the hallmarks of a mastermind. It was the kind of threat that warranted the presence of the Justice League.
Without a word, Batman activated his Bat-Signal communicator, alerting the other members of the League.
The signal was received by Wonder Woman, The Flash, Aquaman, and Green Lantern, each of whom was in the midst of their own duties across the world. But when the Bat-Signal called, they answered.
One by one, they converged on Gotham City. Wonder Woman descended from the heavens, her lasso of truth coiled at her side.
The Flash streaked across the city at impossible speeds, leaving a trail of lightning in his wake.
Aquaman emerged from the depths of the sea, riding the crest of a massive wave. Green Lantern arrived in a blaze of emerald light, his power ring ready for action.
Together, they assembled on the rooftop, a formidable team of heroes ready to face whatever threat loomed over Gotham.
Batman wasted no time in sharing the details of the situation, and the gravity of the heist became evident to all.
"The thieves are after something specific," Batman concluded. "Something with the potential to shut down Gotham's power."
Wonder Woman's eyes narrowed, and she readied her sword and shield. "Then we must stop them before they succeed."
The Flash cracked his knuckles with a grin. "I'm ready to give them a run for their money."
Aquaman clenched his trident, the seafoam patterns on his armor glistening in the rain. "They will regret crossing the oceans."
Green Lantern's power ring hummed with energy. "Let's do this."
With their resolve steeled, the Justice League leaped into action. They descended from the rooftop and raced through the darkened streets of Gotham, their presence a beacon of hope for the city's citizens who watched in awe.
The pursuit led them to the Gotham National Bank, where the heist was still in progress. The criminals, armed to the teeth and dressed in high-tech gear, were in the midst of a daring escape attempt. But they hadn't anticipated the arrival of the whole Justice League.
Wonder Woman led the charge, her lasso snaking through the air to disarm the thieves.
The Flash darted between them with blinding speed, disorienting and disarming them before they could react.
Aquaman summoned a surge of water to immobilize their escape vehicles, rendering them useless.
Green Lantern, with a thought, created constructs of energy to detain the remaining criminals. The thieves, overwhelmed by the sheer power and skill of their adversaries, had no choice but to surrender.
As the last criminal was apprehended, Batman examined the stolen item—a small tightly concealed box, said to hold the power to shut down all of Gotham's power. It was the kind of object that could tip the balance of power in the wrong hands.
As he put the box into his utility belt, Batman couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this heist than met the eye.
The box's potential was a dangerous prospect in the hands of criminals, but something was amiss, something beyond the norm.
Before he could ponder further, the ground beneath them trembled violently. The bank's walls cracked, and the world seemed to warp around them.
The rooftop disintegrated as if devoured by a voracious void. Concrete shattered and steel beams dissolved, leaving only a swirling vortex of nothingness where the once-solid structure stood, pulling it into an abyss of inexplicable oblivion.
The rain-soaked streets of Gotham began to twist and contort. Skyscrapers loomed at impossible angles, streets intersected with themselves, and the world became an Escher-like labyrinth.
The thieves and members of the Justice League struggled to maintain their footing as the very ground they stood on shifted beneath them.
Wonder Woman's lasso hovered unpredictably in the air, and The Flash found himself unable to focus on a single point as the scenery around him changed in an instant.
Aquaman, accustomed to commanding the seas, found his connection to water disrupted as puddles became portals and raindrops defied gravity.
Green Lantern's constructs wavered and distorted, their emerald glow flickering in the fractured reality.
"Whaa-" Both the thieves and the Justice League members exchanged bewildered glances as reality itself appeared to fracture.
In the midst of this chaos, a figure suddenly materialized before them. It was a man with an air of mischief and a wicked grin. None of them recognized him, and yet his presence was undeniable.
Loki, the God of Mischief himself, appeared among the bewildered group, his usually confident demeanor marred by genuine confusion.
His eyes darted around at the disintegrating reality, his green attire now blending eerily with the shifting colors of the fractured world.
"What... What is this?" Loki muttered to himself, seemingly caught off guard by the chaos that had unfolded.
Everyone, equally perplexed, stared at Loki as if he were the cause of this madness.
The reality-warping gradually came to a stop.
"Who are you?" Wonder Woman demanded as everyone regained their composure.
"Loki," the man declared with theatrical flair, "the God of Mischief, at your service."
The Justice League members tensed, their senses on high alert. Wonder Woman raised her shield, The Flash prepared to move at a moment's notice, Aquaman's grip tightened on his trident, and Green Lantern's power ring hummed with energy.
Batman, always prepared for the unexpected, activated his Bat-Signal communicator in an attempt to contact the Watchtower and seek guidance. But something was jamming the signal, rendering it useless.
Loki, seemingly unperturbed by the heroes' readiness for a confrontation, continued to address them with a mixture of amusement and arrogance.
"Fear not, noble defenders of this realm," Loki quipped, "I am not here to engage in fisticuffs. Quite the contrary, I seem to have traveled to here against my wishes. This is not what I had planned."
Before anyone could respond, a collective gasp rose from the ground. All eyes turned upward, where a figure descended from the stormy Gotham sky.
Gordon had activated the Bat-Signal once again, in response to the figure that had materialized out of nowhere.
Razake's descent from the stormy Gotham sky was not graceful. The crimson cloak billowed and swirled around him, almost as if it had a mind of its own.
His movement was unsteady, resembling a fledgling bird attempting its maiden flight. The cloak flapped and fluttered, as if trying to find its balance and help its master navigate through the chaotic winds.
Loki's eyes widened as he recognized the Sorcerer Supreme floating in the distance. He was not about to be caught in his wrath.
"I'll be gone now." He said as he took a step back to prepare for his departure. Loki's form began to shimmer with a greenish-golden glow, a telltale sign that he was activating his magical abilities to make his exit.
"Did Superman forget how to fly?" Flash finally let his thought out.
Chapter 3. It's just a dream
(Back to Razake)
Beneath me, Gotham City sprawled out like a dark, brooding landscape beneath the canvas of the night sky. The city's skyline was a jagged silhouette of towering structures, each one an imposing monolith of steel and glass.
Skyscrapers loomed like sentinels, their sharp, angular designs casting long shadows that stretched into the streets below.
The windows of these towering behemoths remained mostly dark, with only a few scattered points of light, giving the impression that the city had secrets concealed within its depths.
The neon signs and occasional streetlights punctuated the gloom, painting narrow streaks of color across the otherwise monochrome cityscape. These flickering lights revealed glimpses of life below, from the bustling streets to the quiet alleys, where secrets and danger lurked in equal measure.
Gotham's architecture was a mix of modernity and timeless grandeur. Some buildings bore the scars of time, their facades cracked and weather-worn, while others gleamed with sleek, futuristic designs.
---
The rush of panic that had surged through me had dissipated and I now wrestled with staying afloat in the sky.
"I'm just having another vivid dream." I had said to myself, assuming that I had somehow fallen asleep in the auditorium.
But that should have been highly unlikely. An insult to my passion for Stan Lee and the much reverence I held for him. How could I fall asleep at a presentation by the king himself?
I hoped that soon I would awaken and definitely punish myself for such a shameful act.
(Punishment) No comics for the next one month.
(Internal struggle) Nooo...Not the comics! Think of something worse!
(Resolve) I'll think of something.
But now, I needed to figure out how to not fall as I staggered mid-air. All this felt so.., realistic. This was more real than the mysterious dream I had had.
But it couldn't be. How even? I chuckled to myself, suppressing a wishful whisper screaming in my chest.
"Pleeeaseee let this be real. Let it be one of those light novels fanfictions where a normal guy gets superpowers in DC or Marvel...Please, please, please!!!"
"I promise to make my story epic if it'll be so."
My wishful thinking aside, I observed my environment keenly as I waited for someone to slap me back to my senses back in the auditorium.
There was a giant figure in the sky. It looked so familiar, like something I had seen many times before.
The two protruding pointy edges. The dark shape in the spotlight. Is it the ba-.
"No.." I was bewildered.
"The Bat Signal!" I exclaimed excitedly, suddenly losing further control of my flight capabilities.
I worked my body awkwardly as I tried to regain back my staggering posture in the sky. It wasn't graceful, fidgeting in the sky and all, but it was better than swirling around.
Flight was harder than I had anticipated. This was getting "real-er" than I had ever experienced.
"Holy shiiii*!! I'm in Gotham." I exclaimed once as I re-stabilized my motion. Kinda."
I was excited because this was the first ever dream I had ever had in Batman's domain. This would be fun, as long as no one would interrupt me this early into the adventure.
"So I must be...Superman?" I wondered to myself, seeing the glimpses of red in my attire, and the cloak I wore.
"Huh? Superman doesn't have all this much hair." I thought aloud massaging my beard and the hair in my head.
My flight also felt weird. My body wasn't floating by itself, but felt like it was being lifted by something from behind me. The cloak.
Ok. I can't be Superman.
Damn! I didn't get to try out the laser eyes!
Who else could I be?
I started examining my attire.
The cloak had elongated red collars around my neck.
Beneath the cloak, I wore a form-fitting blue tunic, which also featured golden accents and symbols. They looked vaguely familiar. Like those in my other dream!
The ensemble was completed by dark pants and matching leather boots, giving me a distinct appearance to any DC character I could think of.
This was getting suspicious.
I noticed an unusual feature that drew my attention – an eye symbol prominently displayed at the center of my neck, just below the elongated collars of my cloak.
This eye symbol was a vivid shade of deep crimson, and it seemed to pulse with a strong energy that seemed to pull me in.
It had a captivating, almost hypnotic quality that made it stand out amidst the intricate golden patterns and symbols on my attire.
A realization began to dawn on me, and I knew which character I was. My wishes were halfway fulfilled. All I needed was this to be more than just a dream.
I was Doctor Strange, wearing the Cloak of Levitation and bearing the Eye of Agamotto. I could do magic! All the things I could ever imagine started to flood my brain.
"Yeeesss! I'm the Sorcerer Supreme, and in DC! This is amaaaazing!!"
Carried away by excitement, I failed to notice the group approaching me from behind from a distance.
"Who are you, and what brings you here?" A feminine voice, startled me. I struggled to turn to look around.
"Easy, easy..." I said out loud, hoping that the Cloak would understand what I wanted to do.
Doctor Strange made it look so easy in the movies, but damn! Guiding the cloak's movement was a chore.
I twisted back and forth, eventually giving up. She came in front of me, her lasso gripped tightly in her right hand. It was Wonder Woman.
"Woooowww..." I let out my awe as boiling blood filled up the vessels in my face, lightening up my emotions.
Her presence before me, radiated an undeniable beauty and strength. Her tall, statuesque figure was accentuated by the golden breastplate that gleamed in the dim light of Gotham's night.
Her dark, flowing hair framed a face that held both wisdom and an air of regal authority. Her striking blue eyes sparkled with glory, and her sculpted features exuded confidence.
The iconic red and gold bustier she wore showcased her toned and powerful physique, while the matching armored gauntlets and boots added to her majestic presence.
The golden lasso seemed to shimmer with a life of its own and she was levitating as much as I was.
My mind raced as I marvelled at the beauty before me, my tongue tied, lost of words. She was more beautiful than she could ever be described.
My heart threatened to tear my chest apart, just to get a glimpse of her gorgeousness.
"I asked you a question." She stated, impatience evident in her voice and face.
Her body started to descend as gravity pulled her back to the ground, but she pushed the air beneath her with a might that enabled her to stay afloat.
But she couldn't stay afloat for much longer.
"I...uh..uh." I started, discomfort growing on me as I saw the graceful Amazon Warrior gaze at me as if reading my innermost thoughts.
"This is er.. Not my best impression." I struggled to form the words.
"Who are you?" Another voice asked from behind, but this time masculine.
I felt a swoosh as his presence neared me, and then, before me was Green Lantern himself. This day was getting better and better.
But was the whole Justice League here? Would I get to see Superman too?
"I am Doctor Strange. Master of the Mystic Arts and Sorcerer Supreme in the Marve-" This time I replied, cutting my reply short, however.
I couldn't go telling everyone that there was another universe with superheroes and everything. (Gotta live my short dream a mysterious one you know.)
"What is your purpose in Gotham?" He followed up with another question.
"I am here to conquer the Justice League and become their leader." I lied. "Watch me as I unleash my legendary mystical magic and defeat all of you."
I started moving my fingers, neither with a particular pattern, nor as intricately as Doctor Strange would, but in my own childish way as if preparing an attack.
I was dreaming, after all. What did I care?
Strangely enough, mystical energy crackled through my fingers and some bright goldish rays began to form in the air.
"Wow.." I marvelled at my ridiculous creation. I could actually do magic!
My blood boiled with excitement, and dopamine flooded my system. Without intending to, the crackling energy formed into a ball-like construct and raced for the Green Lantern.
"Oh!" I gasped.
The ball of crackling energy surged toward Green Lantern, who reacted with a mixture of surprise and readiness. In a flash, he conjured a glowing green energy shield, intercepting the golden projectile with remarkable precision.
The impact created a dazzling display of colors as the two energies clashed, but Green Lantern's emerald shield held firm, dispersing the mystical attack harmlessly.
He quickly assessed the situation and retaliated. I was a villain in his eyes and he had to keep me at bay as he waited for the other preoccupied Justice League members.
Flash, Aquaman and Batman were rounding up the thieves that had tried to escape during the warp. The Flash had also been running around trying to locate the mysterious figure that had materialized out of nowhere.
With determination in his eyes, he generated a focused beam of emerald energy from his power ring. The beam crackled with raw power as he aimed it at me.
Unsure of what to do I stayed still, hoping that the attack would miss me, or maybe be the key to my waking up.
Suddenly, a translucent, shimmering shield materialized around me, seemingly on its own accord. It encased me in a protective barrier, similar in appearance to the energy constructs generated by Green Lantern's power ring.
The mystical shield bore intricate, glowing patterns that pulsed with magical energy. It hummed softly, emanating a sense of power and protection. I found myself encased within it, shielded from the impact of the beam.
Green Lantern's emerald energy collided with the shield, creating a dazzling display of colorful sparks and waves of energy that rippled across the surface. The shield held firm, absorbing the impact without faltering.
Wide-eyed and astonished, I marveled at this unexpected turn of events. It seemed that not only had I taken on the appearance of Doctor Strange, but his magic protected me on its own accord.
Green Lantern ceased his attack, his emerald energy dissipating as he stared at the shield in amazement. "What... what are you?" he exclaimed.
I could only shrug, still enclosed within the protective shield, feeling a mixture of wonder and bewilderment.
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A/N:
I don't know about you, but...I would of course try to fight the whole Justice League first, of course... To demonstrate who's more powerful.
Thank you.
Chapter 4. Out of Control
(Confrontation)
The inside of the shield surrounding me was filled with a serenity and tranquility I had never felt before. I could feel my struggles of trying to stay afloat fade and dissipate. The temperature inside was standardized and my body felt as if it was immersed in a warm fluid.
Within this barrier, I could feel the energy surge through me towards the shields as if reinforcing their already strong barricade. The energy that coursed within made me feel so empowered, perhaps even overpowered.
As I floated there encased within the shimmering mystical shield, Green Lantern's astonishment mirrored my awe.
It was as if he was contemplating something in his mind.
"Hey, You're no much for the Sorcerer Supreme!" I called out to Green Lantern, my voice muffled by the barrier around me.
Wonder Woman pushed herself higher up and lunged towards me with the determination to break the shield surrounding me.
With a mighty force from above, Wonder Woman's determination manifested in a thunderous strike against the shimmering.
Her fists, surrounded by crackling energy, descended upon the barrier like a hammer striking an anvil.
As her fists made contact, the shield rippled with a glow, absorbing the impact and dispersing the energy across its surface. It held firm, barely yielding to Wonder Woman's incredible strength.
The collision created a dazzling display of energy, casting shimmering reflections in the night sky.
Wonder Woman, still determined and her hands still in contact with the shield, she pressed down on the shield with all her might, as she exerted her phenomenal strength to break through.
Her hands pressed down on the shimmering barrier with unyielding force, her muscles straining against the resilient magic that held it in place.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh..." She struggled.
Meanwhile, I was busy trying to create some more magic within the barrier. I could feel mystical energy surging through me, but this time no glows appeared when I waved my hands trying to draw symbols in the air.
I was getting disappointed, wondering whether I had lost my ability to do magic, or if the shield around me was draining all of it.
Wonder Woman was still pouring her incredible might into her efforts. The shield resisted fiercely, its surface rippling with a radiant glow as it absorbed the tremendous impact of her assault.
The shield's stability wavered, but it remained steadfast, barely giving way to Wonder Woman's unparalleled strength.
Green Lantern sprang into action once again. With a burst of emerald light, he soared towards us, his power ring blazing with raw energy.
The emerald trail left in his wake streaked across the night sky, like a comet hurtling towards its target. His approach was swift and decisive.
His emerald power ring flared brilliantly, and in an instant, he formed a colossal, translucent green construct in the shape of a colossal hand.
This emerald hand materialized just above Wonder Woman and the shield, its massive fingers closing around the shimmering barrier. The construct pulsed with energy as he focused his ring's energy and willpower to break the shield and nab the villain within.
With a coordinated effort, Wonder Woman continued to push against the shield with all her formidable strength, while Green Lantern's colossal emerald hand pressed down from above. Their combined force bore down on the magical barrier, creating a powerful and synchronized assault.
The shield reacted to the increased pressure, its surface rippling with radiant energy as it struggled to hold its integrity. The night sky bore witness to this epic confrontation, as the clash of might and magic unfolded amidst the city's dark skyline.
I could feel the mystical energy coursing within the shield grow slightly frail at the mercy of the combined abilities.
I attempted to draw upon the energy within knowing all too well that if they somehow managed to break through such power, I would have to fight back.
I was the one who had started this fight anyway, but why was it taking so long. Someone should have woken me up by now.
Frustration welled up within me as I yearned create some magic. Memories of Doctor Strange in action rapidly flashing in my mind as I tried to create even a spark of the mystical light.
Nothing formed before me.
A surge of disappointment welled up in my chest as the shield started to give in to the mighty force pressing on it. The energy crackling as it caved in.
The well of emotions within be built up even more as my attempts at magic became futile. I knew I could do it, I could feel the energy within me, but I yielded no results.
As the frustration built within me, I felt for a moment as if I was about to explode.
And then...
In a blinding flash of light, the mystical shield shattered, its fragments dispersing into the night like stardust. Wonder Woman, her fists still extended, surged forward, propelled by her own momentum.
The Green Lantern's giant arm was caught in the shockwave of the shield's shattering. It had been abruptly released when the shield disintegrated. The sudden loss of resistance causing it to scatter into countless wisps of emerald light.
Green Lantern himself was hurled through the air, his power ring struggling to maintain stability.
He was momentarily disoriented, his emerald trail dissipating as he was carried by the turbulent currents created by the blast.
The moment of victory was within her grasp. They had finally managed to shatter the shield.
(Oh, wait. Something else was going on.)
The night sky over Gotham City was rent asunder by the blinding explosion of mystical energy.
What Green Lantern and Wonder Woman had initially thought was the shattering of the mystical shield had transformed into something far more apocalyptic.
The very fabric of reality seemed to warp and twist as the explosion engulfed them all. Wonder Woman, who had been closest to the shield, now found herself at the center of this unexpected situation.
Her eyes widened as the radiant energies spiraled and danced around her, defying any attempt at control. She was trapped within a tempest of mystical forces, her powerful physique struggling to maintain equilibrium.
The Green Lantern created an emerald lasso that wrapped around her, its glow adding an eerie contrast to the chaos as he regained control of his power ring.
He transformed the lasso into a bubble as he managed to form a protective bubble construct around himself too, in time, which shielded him from the explosion's force surging towards him.
Inside the protective bubble, he gritted his teeth and focused all his willpower to remain steady amidst the tumultuous energies.
Gotham City, already a dark and troubled place, was now illuminated by the brilliant, fluctuating hues of the magical explosion.
The night sky was painted with vivid colors as the shockwave expanded outward, affecting structures and objects in its path.
People in the vicinity, including the Justice League members who had been dealing with the thieves and searching for the mysterious figure, were forced to take cover or brace themselves against the extraordinary display of power.
The streets were filled with civilians, who now watched in awe and fear as the once ominous figure in the sky had unintentionally become a beacon of chaos and destruction.
For a brief moment, Gotham was bathed in a surreal light, casting long shadows and eerie reflections across its jagged skyline.
The city seemed to groan and shudder under the immense forces at play.
The explosion's shockwave rippled through the city, shattering windows, rattling buildings, and setting off car alarms. Those on the ground could feel the ground quiver beneath them as the shockwave passed.
Within the epicenter of this chaos, Wonder Woman and Green Lantern, each within their protective constructs, remained steadfast.
As the chaos continued to unfold a mysterious figure soared through the skies, moving at incredible speed.
This figure moved with astonishing grace and precision, weaving through the unpredictable currents of magical energy.
Wonder Woman's keen Amazonian instincts picked up on the distinctive energy signature, one she had encountered before.
Green Lantern, likewise, sensed the arrival of this unknown force but couldn't quite identify it amidst the magical maelstrom. He maintained his protective bubble, keeping a wary eye on the swirling energies around him.
The mysterious figure continued their journey, coming closer and closer to the epicenter of the explosion as they gradually slowed down.
Without hesitation, the figure reached out with open arms to the distressed figure at the core of the explosion, their hands and body absorbing the surges of mystical energy. It was as if they were drawing the chaotic magic into themselves.
Knowing all too well the consequences of their actions, the mysterious figure suddenly soared up higher into the skies, all the while holding tightly onto the source of the explosion, the grip loosening.
The impact of this act was almost immediate. The tempestuous energies in the sky began to lose their intensity. The explosion, which had threatened to consume Gotham, started to diminish.
Wonder Woman, still within the bubble construct, felt the force of the mystical storm waning. She watched in awe and curiosity as the figure diminished into the sky.
As the last remnants of the magical explosion dissipated into the night sky, a sense of calm settled over Gotham City.
Everyone watched as the explosion that had threatened to tear Gotham apart miniaturized in the sky and disappeared, their hearts filled with gratitude.
Then, as the magical energy became frail and weakened out, the soaring figure finally gave in and let go of the person it was carrying, weakened by the effect.
It started to descend back to Gotham city at high speed while the Cloak of Levitation held on to my unconscious body, slowly soaring it down.
"Damn it Clark!" Batman muttered to himself as he watched Superman save his beloved city from total destruction.
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A/N:
Even when he knows it's bad for him, he's just gonna go ahead and do it. That's Superman for you!
Batman will skin him alive!
I hope I justified bringing the Justice League into Gotham... Batman will skin me alive too!
Thank you.