The cyclone swirled around Superman and Razake as the landscape continued to shift sporadically. The situation was getting worse by the minute, but there was an air of calm that seemed to surround the fragmented conscious.

He had his thoughts focused on getting himself and Clark from wherever they were, and he knew the way just to do it.

His hands were crossed in his chest as he allowed the vortex to move around him. He wasn't the one who had caused it, directly, but he didn't feel it's effects while Superman struggled to keep his grip on his anchor bone.

"What are you doing?" He shouted to Razake over the storm as white sand entered his mouth. Surprising enough, it tasted a bit like cotton candy. "Get some cover. Get out of here. If we are not together, the storm will only come for me and you will be saved. Just like always."

Razake wore on a slightly mischievous smile on his face and said. "No need to worry. I have been a sorcerer, a witch, a detective, even a god... And also you."

"I have been in tougher situations than this, but I banked on the skills of those that I became." He continued. "Of course, those were just dreams, and I would be disappointed if this turned out to be another, but this time I am special. I am the Will of the Prime Sorcerer."

"I have studied the book of Prime, and I know all the spells the multiverse has to offer to me." He said. "This shouldn't be a tough situation to come out of."

Superman observed as Razake wore on an aura of confidence and calm. His eyes radiated in white and his clothes began to sparkle I'm white too. Then, opening his hands as if welcoming an embrace, Razake uttered some words that Superman didn't hear clearly due to the strong currents.

The vortex swirled even fiercer and carried them both, mixing them with the sand. The S-symbol on the white sand radiated even stronger with the green ambience as things escalated.

Superman let go of his bone anchor, unable to hold any longer. He had to save Razake from dying like he frequently did, no matter what. He couldn't let that happen even though he had a fragile body and no superhuman abilities.

Back in the Watch Tower, Doctor Strange was performing a ritual on Superman, in the most gentle way possible. He was trying to use anti-magic to dissipate the ominous energy in Superman.

"You should stop." Cyborg said. "I've been observing Superman for a long time, and even though his condition hasn't changed, there have been patterns."

"Like right now, his heart rate increases and he starts to sweat a lot, then it stops for a few minutes and starts to beat fast but feebly - like that of a baby." He explained.

"No need to worry." Doctor Strange said. "I'm a doctor by profession."

G..gh..ghh...

Superman's face contorted as he gritted his teeth. Something painful was happening to him.

Doctor Strange focused his mind, trying his best to become as gentle as ever. This was just like surgery, in a way, and he had just participated in several recently. He might not have been the one truly guiding the scalpel, but the skill used was still his, harnessed over the years.

Superman's body began to shift and his skin started to ripple. A green flow formed around the S-symbol on his chest.

"Come on Kryptonian." Doctor Strange said. "I know you have been in tougher situations than this."

He continued his spellcasting as everyone around him observed uneasily. They hoped against hope that the Man of Steel would wake up unharmed.

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Sweat dripped on Doctor Strange's cape and he furrowed his brow to focus even more. There would be no salvation for Superman if this didn't work this time.

Just then, Superman thrusted his chest forward, leaving his head and lower abdomen on the bed. Then, instantly, but quickly, a strong white light engulfed the room. The light radiated first from Superman's chest and moved in a fine line towards his forehead as if tearing him apart.

Everyone held their breath as some secretly blamed Doctor Strange. The room then went back to normal and Superman's chest rested back on the bed.

"What just happened?" Cyborg asked as he stared at Doctor Strange, a mixture of hope and disbelief evident in his face.

"I have no clue whatsoever." Doctor Strange replied. He was just as perplexed as everyone else. That is not what he had in mind. "Let's hope that he is alright."

The white light wasn't just any light. It was the light of the Prime Sorcerer who had been stuck in Superman's conscious (or rather, Superman's conscious expounded by the Will of Prime). His name was soon to be found out. But he knew himself as Razake.

His light moved so fast into outer space that no one, not even Doctor Strange could spot him. He stopped in the middle of nowhere and gazed at the distant planets.

They were beautiful - he thought to himself. Perfectly placed in the cosmos and harmonious. That was heartening and warm.

His mind quickly flashed back to the Milky White. "Superman".

He moved quickly, his actions and powers not entirely conscious to him. But he moved at a really fast pace to get to the Watch Tower that time itself bent to his will, and unconsciously, his mind searched for truth.

Razake. He observed as the Prime Sorcerer survived the DC universe. At first, he was perplexed, even utterly confused.

From the explosion in Gotham, to the clumsiness of a Supreme Sorcerer he loved and respected, he watched as the story unfolded before him. The uncertainties and the complex plans that really lacked flow.

The cleverness, the discoveries, the ventures. But questions flooded his mind. How did he not know of this? How could he have forgotten to live a dream among his heroes.

And then it struck him. The ancient text from the Book of Prime in his dream. Doctor Strange - he was never supposed to be in DC. That was just wrong and disorderly, and no matter how much he adored him, he knew that there were consequences.

He absorbed all the information, gritting his teeth to some. Then, he moved quickly and reentered the Watch Tower and took a sit graceful before the perplexed people in room. They didn't see any of his actions until he unfroze the time.

"Doctor Strange." He first said those words before anyone could react to his unexpected presence.

"What the..." Murmurs surfaced in the room as everybody prepared for the worst. Seated before them in a commanding manner on a conjured white throne was what someone would call a ghost.

He looked authoritative even in the way he sat, and his ambience was baffling. Doctor Strange observed keenly at the Prime Sorcerer he didn't know of.

"Who- What are you?" He asked. "What do you want?"

He was surprisingly calm for someone who had seen a ghost, or God, or whatever. But he had learnt not to expect anything less when it came to the mystic arts.

"I am Razake, the Will of Prime." Razake replied firmly.

"What?" Doctor Strange shot a confused glance at the ghost. He had Razake safely intact within his subconscious. That much he was sure about, otherwise he would have been completely obliterated by now.

"Hmm... You already know that." Razake said. "But there is more to it. It appears that you don't have the complete will of Prime, and you have been so reckless as to lose another fragment of myself."

He was a quick learner, and Doctor Strange started to grasp what was happening. "Elaborate."

Razake observed Superman's still unconscious body. He confirmed his thoughts.

"The Prime Sorcerer was meant to be born in a specific way, but it appears that your sudden appearance in DC caused a big disruption." Razake started to explain. "As a result, I was forced to converge with you to preserve the order of the Crossover. But that was all sudden and abrupt, and my conscious fragmented."

"As Superman saved you from completely destroying the Multiverse, he managed to absorb a fragment of the Will of Prime into his consciousness." Razake continued. "That was me. But since he isn't a sorcerer, an amalgamation couldn't happen, and we got trapped in the Milky White."

"But I am now realizing that you didn't get the whole package deal, and you ended up losing the most important part of the Prime Sorcerer - Order and Knowledge." Razake continued. "You must block your chakra and let me reunite with my conscious as time is of the essence."

"And then I will send you back to the Marvel Multiverse where you belong, once I have mastered the scroll of dimensions, thereby preserving order and harmony in the Crossover, as it should be." Razake said. "But until I can master all the scrolls, I cannot move to another multiverse. My fate and destiny has been etched in DC for now."

"Thus, I will be bidding you farewell." Razake finished talking as murmurs of what was going on went about in the room.

Doctor Strange breathed slowly as he absorbed this. What was he going to do?

"You can call me Order." Razake said graceful. "I am the fragment that holds the true knowledge of the Prime Sorcerer."