"We need a powerful ally."
Constantine briefly outlined his idea.
"The source of that gaze watching us from the shadows is unfathomable, so before we have everything ready, we need to find someone strong enough to match it."
Doctor Fate instinctively pointed at his helmet.
"Do you think Nabu is strong enough?"
Shane's eyelid twitched as he listened. Judging by Doctor Fate's words, he apparently had some way of calling Nabu out to serve as muscle.
Constantine was left speechless for a moment too, before slowly shaking his head.
"I mean no disrespect to God Nabu's renown. The divine power of fate and order is indeed formidable, but God Nabu has lost his physical body, after all. He can now only reside here as a spirit..."
Those words made it clear that Constantine already had someone in mind.
And he only wanted to use Doctor Fate's magic to achieve a particular goal, rather than have Doctor Fate actually help him find an alternative.
Most of the key figures in the Injustice Universe had indeed undergone slight changes, but their underlying natures remained the same.
Shane grew a little more wary of this Constantine, who seemed like such a good father. Still, he kept his expression neutral and offered Constantine an opening.
"Then who else can we find to serve as this powerful muscle?"
Constantine warmed to the conversation and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his coat. But halfway through, his gaze involuntarily drifted toward his daughter beside him, and a hint of conflict actually appeared on his face.
He put the cigarettes away and sized Shane up for the third time.
"I have a possible candidate, but the details of the plan still need refining."
With that, Constantine abruptly stood up, rubbing his nose with bloodshot eyes, then asked