Facing Heisenberg's greeting, the old man did not answer at once. His seemingly muddled old eyes stared deeply into Heisenberg's through his messy, filthy hair.
After a long while...
Just as Heisenberg was finally about to grow impatient...
Wizard Shazam gently shook his head.
"I'm not well, Sun God!"
The old man's voice was bleak and lonely, as though it did not come from a human body at all, but resonated from an ancient well that had been dry for ten thousand years.
The cave hall, hidden somewhere deep underground, continuously echoed with the old man's hoarse voice as it circled endlessly.
At the same time, Wizard Shazam turned and walked toward the seven towering seats in the distance, lightly tapping his old staff against the ground.
In an instant, light flared brilliantly. Omnipresent radiance swept away all the dust that had accumulated in the underground hall for thousands of years.
Watching that simple lighting spell shatter all filth and evil in the blink of an eye, Heisenberg was utterly awestruck.
At last, he had met the true grand mage of the DC World. One lighting spell, with every remaining point invested into a heavily armored mage build: dual-wielding berserker lightning enchantments and close combat!!!
The old man before him, having cast that lighting spell, pointed toward the towering seats in the distance.
"Please sit, god."
"You sit too, Shazam!"
Heisenberg nodded and naturally sat opposite Shazam. Their completely different bodies immediately faced one another.
On the real Wizard Shazam, Heisenberg truly saw far too many remarkable things. Countless divine powers intertwined around the decrepit old man, dazzling the eyes that let Heisenberg see past appearances and into essence with a riot of colors.
As for old Shazam...
In his eyes, his pupils had long since lost every color but