At the Arkham Knight's base, the Arkham Knight was preparing his gear on the table while the necromancer Doctor Strange stood beside him and lowered his voice. "Are you sure you want to go? I don't think that blond guy is reliable at all."
"What does it matter? Killing vampires is killing vampires, wherever we go. Didn't we want them to realize we were a threat and lure them over? Taking out an important military base should be enough, right?"
"Of course I know that. I just think that guy has bad intentions." Doctor Strange shook his head. "There must be dangers there that we don't know about. You'd better think this through. If you die in the Dungeon, your current points will be cut in half, all your items will drop, and you'll never get them back."
"With guts like yours, don't play this kind of violent game." The Arkham Knight snorted disdainfully. "Go back to your universe and play house."
The Arkham Knight walked away, leaving Doctor Strange stamping his foot anxiously. Though he practiced necromancy, he was no lunatic. Precisely because he was a mage, he knew just how insane mages like Constantine could be.
On the other side, Moonlight Schiller sat there spacing out, while Dick and Khonshu were getting along surprisingly well.
"You said you're the Moon God. Can you control the moon? Can you make it rise during the day?"
"Have you never studied astronomy? The moon circles the Earth. How could I possibly keep hold of it all the time?"
Dick was rendered speechless, but he still said, "But aren't you the god of the moon? You can't control it?"
"You're human. Why can't you control yourself into flying?"
Dick gradually felt that the mystical world he had just encountered was rather different