"Phew—taking him down really was a pain." Nero cradled the theater in her hands. "Let every desire boil on without end!"
"Jason, what's going on?" The others arrived one after another. When they saw no sign of Roland, they immediately sensed something was wrong.
"We'll have to take him on together. We can't count on Roland right now." Jason's mouth twitched. He breathed out a thin wisp of white mist. "Weave Mist, go."
"What the hell is that?" The hair on Marcus's body suddenly stood on end. He could faintly sense a chill in that white mist, one that reached deep into his life and soul, freezing him from the inside out.
"Interesting." Nero sensed the danger in that strange power, but she made no move to dodge. Instead, she swallowed it whole. Her movements slowed sharply, as though she had been frozen.
"Now!" Jason called to the others. "Get her!"
"Cyborg One, move out!" Roy had donned the egg-shaped robot like a Mecha. He watched the outside world through a holographic display. Its magic detector could pick up magic signals within a one-kilometer radius, and the stronger the signal, the brighter it appeared on the screen.
When he looked at Nero, it was like staring straight into the sun.
"Are you okay?" Raven tapped on Cyborg One.
"I—" Roy turned around and found himself facing another little sun. His vision went black. "Cyborg One! Why did you have to install such a stupid device?"
"...Is he here for comic relief?" Nightwing asked, baffled.
"That's normal. You get used to it." Jason was already accustomed to Roy's unreliable Gizmos. There had been the Teflon body spray Roy had installed in a showerhead, activated by running water. Roy had even tested it with a flamethrower while Jason was showering.
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