The wait had not been long.
Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the witch, her chest filled with fury, had long since lost all patience for waiting. Right now, she only wanted to vent her rage on everyone and make them all suffer.
Thus, the witch, eager for revenge, quickly manipulated the vessels she had found and launched the first wave of attacks.
"Rumble!"
A resounding thunderclap lit up the sky above the Rock of Eternity with brilliant silver-blue light.
Bolts of Thunderbolt drifted down from the heavens like javelins cast by gods, striking the gray rocks and blasting chunks of stone everywhere as smoke and dust filled the air.
"Quite the spectacle." Jino sat in the middle of the seven chairs, propping up his chin with one hand as he casually tossed out a line in Chinese.
Long accustomed to his friend occasionally speaking Chinese, Clark merely stared solemnly at the three figures flickering in and out of sight amid the countless Thunderbolts.
He recognized two of the three.
Diana, dressed in an Amazon battle skirt and wielding a longsword, and Zatanna, her face cold as she held a purple-glowing spellbook.
There was also another beautiful woman.
The three slowly descended amidst the Thunderbolts and stood upon the Rock of Eternity, gazing at Jino from afar.
The emotionless chill in their eyes made it clear that their souls had already been occupied by the Witch Mother.
The faint, gleaming crescent moons on their foreheads heralded the presence of a powerful being.
"You despicable, shameless man!"
"You are about to atone for your sins!"
Having descended from the clouds, Hecate, controlling Diana's body, spoke her first words with the resentful air of a spurned woman.
There was always a certain kind of person who attributed failure