"Cough, cough! Come back! Cough, cough! If you've got the guts, don't run! At least give me your name! Cough, cough!"
The Possessing Ghost left. Constantine lay on the ground, coughing up blood, but even as he coughed nonstop, he continued to curse without mercy. Once he knew the other side did not dare kill him, he actually became more spirited.
"Enough, stop talking." Zatanna ran to his side and helped him up. "How are you? Are you hurt? That thing just now didn't seem to be a ghost. It could actually appear during the day."
"Cough, cough, I'm fine. Cough, cough, you get used to coughing up blood after doing it enough." Zha Kang wiped his mouth and pulled out a handkerchief. "That thing obviously wasn't a ghost. It was a monster Old Man God created. I just heard that old bastard sending it instructions telepathically."
"Looks like it's God's new weapon against Deathstroke. I've never seen anything like it before. It isn't a ghost, a living creature, a god, or the manifestation of a concept. It's more like... a thought?"
Zatanna had not been possessed. She had merely felt a burst of icy cold and initially assumed it was a ghost. But now that she knew it was not, she had no idea what the thing was.
"It's a Glob of malice. Cough—ptooey. You've seen Evil Thought Nobles before, right? It feels a lot like that kind of evil." Zha Kang put away his handkerchief and fished around in his pocket for his phone. "Looks like the Eye of God won't be coming. It probably saw us and sent an idiot to test us, but intelligence goes both ways."
He intended to contact Deathstroke—or rather, contact Bobo, have Bobo contact the Adjutant, and then send word to Deathstroke.