Wanda felt the light Deathstroke had passed to her and used her own power to carry it forward. The Light of Creation shone once more in Hell, gradually becoming the dominant hue of this space—a blazing red flame.
The flame twisted in the darkness, growing larger as energy continuously poured into it.
Whenever Deathstroke dragged away some of the darkness, the vacant space was filled with light.
At first, the replacement process was slow, but as Lorna and Wanda gradually got the hang of manipulating concepts, the sky soon brightened.
The flame became a torch, the torch became a bonfire, the bonfire became a volcano, the volcano became a sea of fire, and finally, a red blazing sun rose from the sea and shot into the sky, radiating golden-red light.
It was as though the black canopy hanging over everyone's heads had been replaced with a white one. In the blink of an eye, the three of them could see each other clearly, as well as the barren surroundings.
This place was no longer completely empty. At the very least, it had light. And once people saw light, it triggered vision; vision brought thought, and thought brought stories.
Lorna had a slight nosebleed, but that was simply how her power worked. Just as Quake might injure her wrists when unleashing powerful shockwaves, magnetism often reacted upon its user as well.
But when she saw all the darkness being "rolled" into Deathstroke's Black Sun as though it were being sucked down a toilet, she wiped her nose and smiled, proud of what she had accomplished.
Even if Wanda had helped her, being able to use magnetism to bind together such a vague concept as darkness was still an extraordinary achievement.
The sky flashed, and the Black Sun vanished. It was as