Enchantress let go as though discarding a rag, and Waller's corpse landed heavily in the pool of blood.
"Damn humans..."
Enchantress glanced disgustedly at the corpse on the floor. For some reason, even after killing the enemy she hated most, she felt little satisfaction from her revenge.
The contempt in Waller's eyes, unchanged even in death, filled her with an inexplicable irritation.
She drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressed her anger, and closed her eyes.
Her powerful psychic energy spread like tendrils into the depths of the underground base. She knew that suspicious woman Waller had hidden all her spoils here.
Soon, her eyes snapped open.
Found it.
Enchantress turned into a black wind, smashed straight through the command center's alloy doors, and raced down the base's internal passages toward the collection room on the lowest level.
Blasting open the heavy tungsten-steel doors, Enchantress immediately spotted a sealed container in the center of a display stand among the heaps of magical artifacts and Supe items humans had plundered from around the world.
Inside the container sat an ancient clay statue carved with a distorted face, radiating an eerie red glow.
"Brother..."
The violence and coldness in Enchantress's eyes instantly vanished, replaced by fervor and tenderness.
She slowly stepped forward, her pale fingers effortlessly tearing through the bulletproof glass, and hugged the crude statue tightly to her chest.
Feeling the faint yet familiar stirring of the ancient soul inside the statue, Enchantress closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
This was her brother, Nightmare.
Her closest kin, who had once ruled this world alongside her, only for human wizards to trick them and seal them both away.
Had her brother not exhausted his power protecting her thousands of years ago, she would never have fallen so low as to be