This room must have been Zatanna's childhood bedroom. It carried a faint scent of lavender mixed with dust, and the little quilt covering her was still pink.
The desk lamp gave off a dim yellow glow. Quite a few books sat on the wooden shelves fixed to the wall—fairy tales as well as introductory magic texts. A pile of different stuffed toys lay in one corner of the bed, all of them worn enough to be shedding fur.
There was a single bed, a wardrobe, and a small desk. Across from the desk was a round porthole-like window, with a wind chime shaped like a dreamcatcher hanging beside it.
There was a picture frame on the desk, but it contained no photograph. Instead, it held a childish crayon drawing of a man, a woman, and a little girl raising their hands and cheering on a lush green lawn.
Overall, the room was not large, barely warm and cozy—apart from the ghost in the hallway outside, approaching with blood streaming from all seven orifices.
Su Ming took off Cloak and tossed it out the door, sending it to play with the ghost.
A translucent white sheet flew ahead while a black sheet gave chase behind it, and the ghost let out a terrified scream.
Who knew ghosts could be so useless? Shaking his head, Su Ming rose, ready to browse through those Magic Books. Zatanna had definitely brought everyone here for a reason. At the same time, he could hear the clues Bobo had found.
But Donna cut in at that moment. She grabbed the chimp and held him in her arms, then moved closer to Deathstroke.
"Over the past week, wizards have started flocking outside the Multiverse 1 to strike gold. Bobo thinks it's a conspiracy. Some Mage from Another