James looked at Namor the Sub-Mariner hovering before him and gave a slight nod.
After he had basically brought the powers of Zarathos and the Spirit of Vengeance under control and awakened from a kind of dormant state, he had gained a general understanding of all these assorted figures who had been "invited" from around the world.
Among them, Namor, ruler of Atlantis—the ancient civilization said in history and myth to have sunk beneath the waves—was the one who drew his attention the most.
Erik Lehnsherr stood at the forefront with his arms folded, alongside the imposing White Queen, Professor Charles, the Red Devil, Steve, Bucky, and the others.
With a wave of his hand, he summoned Namor's golden trident, already having guessed what his father was thinking.
Very soon, this Sea King would need that weapon.
"Namor McKenzie, no human on Earth could remain calm after learning that such a wondrous underwater kingdom exists. I have no intention of disturbing your realm, nor have I ever sought to lay claim to Atlantis. But I understand that you are unwilling to accept your defeat."
James crooked a finger, and the golden trident flew into his hand. He weighed it in his palm, then casually tossed it to Namor. Watching the Sea King warily hold the trident level before him, his gaze sharp as its points as though he intended to fight to the death here and now, James said—
"Don't be in such a hurry, Mr. McKenzie. Erik told me that you possess your greatest strength only in the sea. Azazel!"
Namor looked doubtfully at this strongest of land-dwelling humans. He had intended to draw upon the waters of the nearby Nile and fight him to the death, but judging by what James meant...
Boom!
The Red Devil flung out