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Location: A Hidden Council Chamber
Deep beneath the surface, beyond the reach of governments or superheroes, seven figures sat around a dimly lit table. The room was silent, save for the faint hum of holographic projections flickering above the table.
The Light had convened.
At the head of the table, Vandal Savage observed the moving images before him. Avon Von Deovola, a being of pure instinct and war, tearing through Cadmus security forces, fighting alongside the Team, and later standing victorious against Amazo and Bizarro.
The other members watched in silence, analyzing every movement.
Lex Luthor was the first to break the silence. He adjusted his cufflinks, his voice calm and calculating.
"I find it amusing," he mused. "A Cadmus experiment—our own creation—running rampant, answering to no one."
Ra's al Ghul, seated with his fingers interlocked, exhaled slowly. "His combat prowess is undeniable. He is not a mindless beast. He is a warrior. And warriors, in my experience, can be…" He paused, his lips curling into a small smile. "Recruited."
Black Manta's deep voice cut through the conversation. "Or eliminated."
Savage leaned forward, his eyes sharp. "If it were that simple, he would already be dead."
The hologram shifted, displaying Avon's battles. His aura, pulsing like a living entity. His movements, calculated, brutal, yet refined. The way he adapted, growing more powerful with each confrontation.
"He is evolving," Queen Bee noted, her sultry tone laced with curiosity. "Becoming stronger after every encounter. That complicates matters."
Luthor nodded. "A being with no defined ceiling, no plateau. Unlike Kryptonians, who have weaknesses, this… 'White Wolf' continues to improve."
The Brain's mechanical voice filled the chamber. "Then he is a threat."
Savage's expression remained unreadable. "Potentially."
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Location: LexCorp Tower – Metropolis
High above the city, Lex Luthor sat in his private office, scanning files with sharp eyes.
His assistant, Mercy Graves, placed a tablet before him. "We've compiled every piece of available data on Project Beast—now Avon Von Deovola."
Lex skimmed the reports, his fingers tapping against the armrest.
"The problem," Mercy continued, "is that he doesn't stop."
Luthor raised an eyebrow. "Clarify."
Mercy tapped on the tablet, revealing a growth projection chart. The data points climbed at an alarming rate.
"Every fight," she explained, "every battle, he improves. Faster. Stronger. Smarter. There's no sign of a limit."
Luthor leaned back, fingers steepled.
"Which means," he said smoothly, "if we wait too long…"
"He becomes unstoppable," Mercy finished.
Lex exhaled slowly, a thoughtful smirk forming.
"Well," he murmured. "That does make things interesting."
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Location: Infinity Island – The League of Shadows
Under the glow of torches, Ra's al Ghul walked along the League's training grounds. His warriors moved in perfect unison, their strikes precise, their breathing controlled.
But his mind was elsewhere.
Avon Von Deovola.
A warrior, not a monster. A being of discipline, instinct, and battle-hardened skill. He had the mindset of an assassin and the ferocity of a beast.
Talia al Ghul approached. "Father."
Ra's did not turn. "You've reviewed the files?"
Talia's eyes were unreadable. "He is… intriguing. Unlike metahumans or enhanced beings we have encountered before. His power is earned, not gifted."
Ra's nodded. "A rarity in this world."
Talia hesitated. "If he refuses to align with us?"
Ra's turned to her, his expression calm.
"Then we break him."
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Location: Warworld – Deep Space
Aboard the massive warship Warworld, the red glow of surveillance monitors illuminated a dark chamber.
Mongul, ruler of Warworld, watched a looping transmission of Avon battling Amazo and Bizarro. His massive arms rested on his throne, his golden eyes narrowed in interest.
A low, rumbling chuckle escaped him.
"A warrior," he muttered.
From the shadows, his advisors observed.
One of them, a frail-looking strategist, hesitated before speaking. "Would you challenge him, my lord?"
Mongul's lips curled into a dangerous grin.
"No." He stood, his towering frame casting a long shadow.
"I would conquer him."
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Location: Gotham – Avon's Hideout
Perched atop a high-rise, Avon let the wind brush against his skin. His white mane-like hair swayed gently, his golden-red eyes scanning the city below.
He could feel them.
The Light. The League of Shadows. Something beyond Earth's reach.
They were watching. Planning.
Avon inhaled deeply, his superhuman senses deciphering the subtle changes in the air. He could smell their intent.
Fear. Caution. Hunger.
A grin spread across his face, sharp canines glinting in the moonlight.
"Let them come," he murmured.
His blood-red aura ignited, crackling like living fire. It stretched out, shifting into the spectral form of a wolf, howling into the night.
Somewhere in Gotham, Batman narrowed his eyes.
The Hunt had begun.
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