The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

"So, you can control him."

Although he didn't say it explicitly, it was clear that Abra was puzzled. If Klarion could control Kent, why hadn't he done so from the start, instead of wasting three days?

You have to understand, despite being over a hundred years old, this old man is a tough nut to crack. All he's done these past few days is eat, sleep, go to the toilet, and shock the old man with his stun baton. But even so, the old man hasn't revealed a single piece of useful information.

"Because I enjoy hearing the screams of Nabu's underlings."

Klarion's lips curled up, and it was clear he wasn't lying.

"Alright, enough small talk. Take us to where we need to go."

As soon as Klarion finished speaking, Kent staggered forward. Even a normal adult would struggle to stand after three days of electric shocks while wearing a pile of shackles.

The fact that Mr. Kent, as a centenarian, could not only stand but even walk, already made him stronger than eighty percent of the world's population.

Seeing Kent shuffling along, Klarion grew impatient. He raised his hand and removed the shackles from Kent's neck and feet, leaving only the ones on his hands, which allowed the centenarian to pick up the pace a little.

With Kent leading the way, the trio's speed undoubtedly increased. After a few steps, they reached the end of the tunnel, a place the Young Justice League had been wandering around in the corridor for five or six minutes.

Kent ignored the wall blocking their path and walked straight towards it. Just as he was about to touch the wall, the originally seamless stone wall suddenly split open in the middle, revealing a room that was neither too big nor too small.

The room contained only a chair, a table, and a fireplace in the middle of the wall that was constantly burning. Above the fireplace hung a large portrait.

The main figures in the portrait were a man and a woman. Thanks to the painter's exquisite skills, it was easy to see that the male figure was Mr. Kent in his middle age. As for the other female figure, it was impossible to know who she was.

As soon as Abra entered the room, he felt strange. He felt like the two people in the portrait were looking at him.

"Just a little magic, don't mind it." Wotan saw his companion's nervousness. Too lazy to explain, he casually brushed it off.

As soon as Klarion finished speaking, a ball of white light suddenly appeared in front of them, scaring Abra so much that he was about to draw his stun baton, but Klarion stopped him with a look.

The ball of light dissipated, and a person identical to Mr. Kent appeared in front of the trio. However, it was immediately obvious that this one wasn't human, because his body was translucent and constantly emitting faint light.

"It's been a long time, Kent. I didn't expect you to bring friends over."

The doppelganger spoke to himself. Faced with the doppelganger's question, Kent responded mechanically.

"These two are my friends, helping me check the current state of the Helmet of Fate."

"Is that so." The doppelganger seemed convinced, then stepped aside to reveal the constantly burning fireplace.

"Then it seems I have no reason to stop you. Please, the three of you."

With that, the doppelganger raised his hand, and the fireplace behind him immediately disappeared, replaced by a staircase leading upwards.

Kent didn't speak, but mechanically walked towards the stairs. The two behind him naturally followed. After the three of them stepped onto the stairs, the doppelganger closed the door.

…

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Young Justice League was troubled by the path ahead.

"This is too much!" Kid Flash looked at the stairs in dismay. "And how are they connected?"

Countless stairs crisscrossed in this space. Besides the stairs, there were only platforms connecting the two stairs, and there wasn't even any support. But even so, not a single stair collapsed.

They were all floating in the air, crisscrossing, densely packed. One couldn't see the end at a glance. Kid Flash couldn't even count how many stairs there were.

"Follow me." Zatanna raised her hand, and the key to the Tower of Fate floated in her palm. "This tower has detected intruders. To protect the Helmet of Fate, the tower will guide us forward."

"Then we must act quickly." Robin pointed into the distance. "Because Klarion and his group have caught up with our progress."

Hearing this, everyone looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, they saw Wotan and his group walking up from a staircase.

When the Young Justice League noticed Wotan, the latter also noticed them. Seeing the few little mice who had escaped from his hands before appear in front of him again, he obviously had the idea of erasing the stain.

"Get them, Abra!" Wotan bared his fangs. "As long as you solve these few little mice, I will let you embrace magic."

This was exactly what Abra wanted. Hearing this, he acted as if he had been injected with chicken blood, taking three steps in two, running and jumping towards the Young Justice League.

Although Abra was high-spirited, the Young Justice League was not afraid of him either. Just as Robin had said before, Abra was just a magician who used future technology to commit crimes, and there was still a gap between him and a real supervillain.

At least compared to Wotan, Abra could only be considered a roadside thug.

Robin threw three batarangs backhand. Abra, who was moving in the air using his belt, hurriedly waved the magic wand in his hand, and several electric currents burst out, knocking down the batarangs one by one.

This undoubtedly increased Abra's confidence. After landing, he wanted to repeat his old trick and use his magic wand to release electricity to knock down the enemy, but soon someone taught him how to behave.

Wonder Girl, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed to Abra in one stride, stretched out her right hand and grasped Abra's wrist before the latter could raise his hand, and then gently applied force.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking was very crisp. Abra's right hand drooped weakly to the ground, and the magic wand in his hand naturally fell to the ground. Abra, as an ordinary person, would naturally scream in the next step.

"Bang!"

But Wonder Girl didn't intend to give him this opportunity. She slapped Abra's chin with her left palm, and then the latter fell powerlessly to the ground like a puppet.

The facts prove that not all magicians are Gandalf.