Only through Constantine's account did Shivan learn that having magical talent did not mean you could become a mage. It meant you had to become one.
And under normal circumstances, you had to become a good mage, or you would die.
As for Shazam, Constantine had completely exposed the truth. It felt a bit like someone showing off in a field you specialized in—everything that had once seemed impressive and lofty was a joke to an insider.
"I'd guess those Seven Deadly Sins were sent by his creditors to keep an eye on him," Constantine said. "Of course, he might have brought them in to guard against his creditors. But either way, they're not treasures, much less powerful Divine Artifacts."
"But for ordinary people..."
"What ordinary person can enter Eternal Rock?"
Shivan dearly wanted to point at himself, but after Constantine studied him for a while, he said, "You're no ordinary person either. If, as you say, the Seven Deadly Sins can stay inside one of your eyes and you can still barely control them, then you have some talent for controlling power. Your soul is just worth too little. The demons aren't interested."
Hope flared in Shivan once more. "Then can I use magic?"
"You can, but are you sure you really want to borrow debt? Things are much more regulated now, but if your soul isn't worth much, you won't be able to borrow much energy either. And what do you need magic for?"
Shivan wore a complicated expression.
"Oh, I get it. You want revenge, right? But I'd advise against it. I already told you, that old man wants to reincarnate. If you kill him, won't you be doing him a huge favor?"
"You said you already used the Seven Deadly Sins to badly injure him. That's