In the Hogwarts professors' office.
Dumbledore, the elderly man well past seventy, gripped the Elder Wand tightly in his hand and stared at Jino warily. His expression solemn, he asked, "Who exactly are you?!"
"Whoosh, whoosh—"
Cold wind howled through the shattered windows damaged by the clash of magic.
Beneath the night wind, Jino wore an easygoing smile.
"Who am I?"
"That's a good question."
The young man slowly rose to his feet. As his posture gradually straightened, the surrounding scene became increasingly unreal, like a bleached curtain.
Dumbledore was astonished to find the room growing colder. A powerful sensation of weightlessness left the old man dizzy.
He held his head, wanting to say something.
He looked around and saw Hogwarts beneath his feet growing farther and farther away.
Only then did he realize that the entire room, along with himself, was floating high in the sky!?
Cold wind poured into the room through the cracks in the wood. His teeth chattering, Dumbledore struggled to wave the Elder Wand and cast Protego to protect himself.
"Strange, isn't it?"
Unlike Dumbledore, whose white beard was being whipped wildly about, Jino merely stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the continent below.
"You asked who I am?"
The young man turned around once more. Bathed in the cold moonlight, he said with a soft laugh, "I am Jino Luthor, protector of Smallville."
"Leader of the Justice League, ruler of a universe."
"A conqueror, and a witness."
"Of course, there's no need to pile on grand but impractical words."
Jino looked at Dumbledore and slowly floated into the air before the old man's eyes, looking down at him. "You can call me by a simpler name."
"A god."
"No. So-called gods are merely more powerful beings."
Facing the oppressive pressure that