London.
Silver Hand Manor.
The chains kept trembling.
Each time, they came close to breaking, yet each time, they held.
In the dark room, a ball of light conjured by Lumos floated overhead.
Its light cast a figure's shadow across the table.
John calmly used his wand to draw something slowly out of the humanoid body.
The golden energy was so pure that it shone brighter than gold.
As he pulled, the pain of having its energy extracted made the chained creature growl.
"Why don't you kill me?"
The voice sounded like Ikaris, with traces of other voices mixed in.
John poured the energy into the cauldron, which boiled and continually released strange fumes.
Without turning his head, he said, "You still have value."
Hearing this, the Deviant leader, whose neck, hands, and feet were bound in chains, gave a self-mocking laugh.
"My people were killed by the Eternals," the leader said. "You hid me away in secret. Are you hoping to use me to overthrow the Eternals?"
"That isn't something I'm considering." John put his wand into the cauldron and infused it with ancient magic, transforming the golden liquid.
He withdrew his wand and wiped it clean.
Capturing the Deviant leader had not been easy. John had found him hiding in a cave in the Arctic.
The leader had originally planned to take revenge on the Eternals, but their departure had cost him his chance.
He was the only Deviant left. Their race had effectively been wiped off the Earth.
Even if he wanted to reproduce, there were no other Deviants left to be his mate.
But he was still a danger.
John had captured him and bound him with the device Phastos had used to restrain Ikaris.
He injected Celestial genes into the leader's body.
This made the