"The Sheriff is temporarily unreachable. What do you need?"
A moment later, the expected call from Deathstroke did not come. Instead, the Adjutant's projection appeared above the mysterious magic circle.
She looked impatient, busily fiddling with streams of data, pulling the floating numbers this way and that like noodles. In any case, none of it was something Constantine could understand.
"No way, Deathstroke's out of contact too?" Constantine smiled, taking a hard drag on his cigarette and scratching at his hair. "Then this is a bit troublesome. As you can see, we're currently floating through the void in the House of Mystery, but something unknown outside the door keeps trying to get in. I suspect it's one of the Old Ones."
Beyond the door was the void, filled with all kinds of monsters, but anything that could laugh was absolutely among the most dangerous kind. Zha Kang could not see what was outside either, but he could always assume the worst.
A very, very long time ago, DC had possessed Old Ones, but they had later vanished. It was said that they now existed only within the 'Nightmare' dimension. According to the agreement between God and the Great Evil Beast, those dwelling in the deepest darkness should not have come out.
But there was still the possibility that a few scattered monsters had slipped out. What if they had?
"We could communicate earlier, but some changes occurred not long ago. It's nothing major." The Adjutant glanced at the detective from the corner of her eye. Naturally, she would not stand by and watch him die. Constantine might be irritating, but he could not die for no reason. "What exactly do you need? Let me make this clear first: the Sheriff's authority grants me no permission to help you."
He was