(Mystic Focus)
Zatanna looked at me with a thoughtful expression as I mentioned the term 'Prime Sorcerer.'
Her sapphire eyes, filled with knowledge and a hint of curiosity, gazed into mine. "Prime Sorcerer?" she repeated, her voice tinged with intrigue. "In all my years of studying the mystic arts and delving into the arcane, I've never come across that term. It's not a term from the mystical lexicon I'm familiar with."
"Okay." I replied, searching within me to find more about being a Prime Sorcerer from Doctor Strange's memories.
But no recognition came up. No memory of the Genesis Manuscripts and the Scrolls of the Presence he had told me about surfaced either.
The only way to knowing more was perhaps talking to him, and the answer to that might reside in mirrors, or the special mirror. - My meeting with Zatanna had been abrupt, and I hadn't had the time to look into one.
I nodded, understanding that she didn't hold all the answers I sought.
"I think it's connected to the magic within me and it could be my destiny." I told her, not hinting at the true knowledge I possessed.
"Why say that?" She asked. "How did you come across this term?"
"The sorcerer that mentored me told me so, but he didn't have enough time with me to explain it in detail. He said I was meant to be the Prime Sorcerer." I presented this in a manner that made her imagine something else. She wouldn't probe into my past any further.
"If it means controlling the magic within you, then I'll help you discover what a Prime Sorcerer is." She said.
"The world of magic is vast and ever-evolving. There are realms, dimensions, and secrets that even I have yet to uncover. If you believe that you have a connection to this 'Prime Sorcerer' concept, then together, we shall explore it. Magic is a journey of discovery, and you and I are on this path together now." She added.
At least I had a trusting ally in DC. Soon, I would be free to explore more as I gained the trust of every hero.
"But for now, we've got another crisis to avert." She said. "Care to help?"
"Yeah, what about Manhunter?" I asked.
"He's been here the whole time, watching you closely." She replied.
He was good at using his powers then. Even with my supreme abilities, I couldn't detect his presence.
"As for your nighttime escapades," she added, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes, "There are rules you should abide by while staying in this sanctuary."
Zatanna stood up from the floor and opened a portal to the heart of Greenpoint.
(General P.O.V.)
The portal, swirled and opened in the heart of the Greenpoint, and from it emerged a figure that made my heart race.
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I knew that this second portal could bring unexpected surprises from MCU, but this one took the cake as she stepped through.
She was a striking figure, tall and elegant, with a beauty that seemed almost ethereal. Her skin had a pale, porcelain-like quality that contrasted with her long, flowing ebony hair, which cascaded down her back like a waterfall of darkness.
She was dressed in regal attire that hinted at her mystical lineage. Her outfit consisted of a flowing, iridescent gown that shimmered with an ever-shifting array of colors, as if it were woven from the fabric of reality itself.
Over her gown, she wore a high-collared cloak adorned with arcane symbols.
Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of emerald green, and they seemed to hold secrets and boundless wisdom.
As she stepped out of the portal, her presence exuded an air of confidence and power, and her every movement was graceful and deliberate.
Clea, a sorceress of Incredible power, stepped through the portal with an aura of authority and magic that was impossible to ignore.
Her presence was an enigma, a puzzle that I wasn't sure I wanted to solve.
The air around Clea seemed to shimmer with mystical energies, and her eyes tinged with confusion and curiosity.
Zatanna raised an eyebrow, her fishnet stockings rustling as she prepared for whatever this inter-dimensional visitor had in store.
As usual, she wasn't about to let a stranger emanating with such formidable magical prowess roam unchecked in her world.
Across the street, hidden behind a billboard, the Martian Manhunter, J'onn J'onzz, watched the unfolding scene with his emerald eyes.
He was monitoring the situation, ready to intervene if needed. His telepathic abilities allowed him to sense the uncertainty in my mind.
He knew that if Zatanna needed help, he was more than willing to provide it.
Clea surveyed her surroundings, her eyes locking onto the sorceress with a mixture of curiosity and determination.
She sensed the presence of magic in this world, though it's not where she had meant to appear.
To Zatanna, Clea's intentions were as mysterious as her arrival, and that alone was enough to put her in her Mystic Prison.
Before Zatanna could make her move, however, Clea extended a hand, and a surge of magical energy shot toward a nearby car, causing it to levitate and spin in the air.
Pedestrians screamed and scattered in all directions. It was clear that Clea didn't plan on playing nice.
Zatanna could sense it; the magic this sorceress possessed was in tune to one of the prisoners in her mystic prison.
Zatanna took action. She focused her own magical abilities, her words forming into incantations that hung in the air like a shimmering mist.
With a flick of her wrist and a powerful, "Emit ecnatsbus!", she reversed the spell on the levitating car, gently lowering it to the ground. Zatanna's command of magic was second to none, and she intended to make that clear.
Clea's lips curved into a wry smile. She had found a worthy opponent, and that excited her. With a graceful wave of her hand, she conjured a storm of mystic bolts that streaked toward Zatanna.
The bolts crackled with raw power, and Zatanna knew she couldn't simply deflect them with her magic. She needed assistance.
That's when the Martian Manhunter made his move. He phased through the billboard, his green form solidifying behind Clea. With a telepathic message, he told Zatanna, "I'm here to help."
Zatanna nodded in acknowledgment and focused her magic on creating a protective shield just in time to block Clea's mystical onslaught. The bolts of energy collided with the shimmering barrier, sending sparks and cascades of color in all directions.
Clea was taken aback by the sudden intervention, but she was far from defeated. She waved her hand, and the ground beneath her feet shifted and buckled, sending waves of energy rippling outward. The very street seemed to come alive, attempting to ensnare Zatanna and the Martian Manhunter.
But J'onn was no ordinary being. He had faced formidable foes in his time, and he had the strength and versatility to match. He extended his hand and phased his arm through the ground, destabilizing Clea's mystical constructs and creating an opening for Zatanna to counterattack.
Zatanna seized the opportunity, her voice resounding with power as she chanted, "Emit erofeb sdrawkcab!" In an instant, the mystical energies surrounding Clea were reversed, pulling her off her feet and suspending her in mid-air.
Clea struggled against the magical forces that held her, her eyes tinged with impression. She muttered incantations of her own, trying to break free, but Zatanna's magic held strong.
The Martian Manhunter stepped forward, his eyes locked onto Clea's. In his telepathic voice, he spoke directly into her mind, "Who are you, and what is your purpose here?"
Clea hesitated for a moment, her thoughts guarded. But even knowing she was at a disadvantage, she just laughed.
She responded mentally, "I am Clea. My arrival here was unintentional, and I seek a way back."
Zatanna and J'onn exchanged glances, their shared telepathic link allowing them to communicate silently. Zatanna lowered Clea to the ground, but not releasing her from the magical restraints, while maintaining a vigilant stance.
J'onn spoke aloud, his voice calm and authoritative, "We can help you find a way back to wherever you came from, but we cannot allow you to cause chaos here."
"As such, I have to keep a keen eye on you." Zatanna added as she uttered the words to open the pocket dimension that she called her Mystic Prison, and led Clea in.
I had been observing the situation, the whole time with out intervention. My instincts had kicked in, as thoughts plunged my mind, leaving me useless and unable to provide my aid.
Ok, Clea was here. That was no easy matter to absorb as the Sorcerer Supreme. It was one thing to see Mysterio in DC, but seeing the princess of the Dark Dimension presented a whole other perspective.
I couldn't help but wonder if Dormamu was the next being the crossed through the next portal that opened. We needed to do something about this portals as fast as possible, and protect the DC world from destruction.
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