Location: The Tower of Fate
The air inside the mystical tower was heavy, thick with the scent of ancient magic and divine power.
Doctor Fate, or rather Nabu, stood motionless before a floating golden orb, watching the events of the world unfold. Avon's presence in the mortal realm had thrown the balance of power of the magical realms into chaos.
"The wolf grows stronger."
A ripple of magic pulsed through the room. From the shadows, Zatara, John Constantine, and Etrigan the Demon stood watching.
Constantine took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling a puff of smoke. "Yeah, no s***, mate. The big mutt's got half the League sweating bullets."
Etrigan chuckled, his glowing eyes narrowing.
"His power grows, his strength untamed,
A force of war that can't be chained.
A beast of legend, forged anew,
And yet his fate is still askew."
Zatara rubbed his chin. "He is unlike anything we have ever encountered."
Nabu's voice echoed with ancient authority. "He must be contained. If left unchecked, he may upset the cosmic order itself. This time I will not be holding back. I want to be sure he is no threat and if he is, erase him."
Constantine scoffed. "Right. 'Contained.' Like that's gonna bloody happen." He flicked his cigarette away. "What's the plan, then? We try to reason with him, or do we skip to the part where we make a very bad enemy?"
Silence.
Etrigan grinned, revealing sharp teeth. "A beast like him will not be swayed,
And in the end, blood will be paid."
Nabu's golden helm gleamed. "Then we prepare for war."
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Location: Gotham – Avon's Instincts Stir Again
Avon sat perched on a rooftop, watching the city below.
He could feel it.
Magic. Ancient. Powerful. Watching him.
His golden-red eyes flickered as he inhaled deeply.
Doctor Fate. Constantine. Zatara. Etrigan.
They were talking about him.
Plotting.
His blood-red aura flared for a brief second before settling.
"So, they're getting nervous." He smirked. "Good."
A faint scent of cigarette smoke lingered in the air.
Avon turned his head slightly. "I know you're there, Constantine."
From the shadows, John Constantine stepped out, hands in his trench coat pockets, a cigarette hanging from his lips.
"Well, bloody hell. Your nose really is something else."
Avon grinned. "Among other things."
Constantine exhaled smoke. "We need to talk, mate."
Avon crossed his arms. "You're here to warn me?"
John shook his head. "Nah. I'm here to tell you the big dogs upstairs are making plans. Fate and his lot? They think you're too dangerous to roam free."
Avon chuckled. "They're not wrong."
Constantine sighed. "Yeah, well, they don't have much of a sense of humor about it."
Avon's wolf ears twitched. He sniffed the air again.
"…You're not here alone."
A deep rumble echoed through the city as golden light erupted in the sky.
Doctor Fate had arrived and he was not amused.
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