"Witch! Let go of Wonder Woman!"
Blue Devil, who had been patrolling the streets, let out a roar. Without waiting for the others to catch up, he leaped toward the city wall.
Though he was essentially an ordinary man, the devil costume gave him some superhuman abilities. For instance, the immense strength he displayed now left two deep footprints in the paving stones where he had taken off.
With a single leap, he landed atop the wall. By then, the warriors of Paradise Island were converging from all directions. However, with Diana still in Circe's hands, everyone was afraid to act rashly.
Enchantress hid behind Diana and gave the glowing rope in her hand another hard tug. Diana had no choice but to devote even more of her strength to resisting the divine power of the lasso, barely managing to remain standing.
It had to be said that Diana's habit of carrying her own weakness around with her was an enormous vulnerability. For convenience, she usually just tucked the lasso beneath her belt, without even putting a lock on it.
Under normal circumstances, given her martial prowess, very few people could snatch her lasso away face-to-face. But magic was unreasonable, especially when it came to Hecate, who had inherited the very concept of witchcraft.
All she had to do was curl a finger, and the lasso flew straight into Enchantress's hand.
There was no helping it. The powers of the Olympian Pantheon had all been stolen from Hecate. Divine power was merely modified witchcraft. Vulcan had cut Gaea's waistband into sections and forged them into the Lasso of Truth, so naturally it carried traces of divine power.
Now that the God of Witchcraft had returned—and it was Circe, who knew Diana's weaknesses best—she had probably been eyeing that lasso for