High above Earth, the Watchtower remained silent except for the low hum of machinery and holographic displays.
The image of St. Roch rotated slowly above the central table while storm patterns flashed across the hologram in gold and blue pulses.
Batman stood motionless beside the projection.
Superman studied the data carefully.
“You really think a teenager is causing all this?”
“Not intentionally,” Batman replied.
* transformer explosions,
* atmospheric distortions,
* eyewitness reports of glowing eyes.
Wonder Woman crossed her arms.
“And you believe he’s dangerous?”
“I believe he’s unstable.”
Batman enlarged Adonis’ file once more.
“The energy manifestations are increasing in frequency and intensity. Emotional triggers appear connected to power surges. If left unchecked, the situation could escalate quickly.”
Superman frowned slightly.
Batman looked toward both of them.
“Observation first. Then contact.”
Wonder Woman tilted her head.
“You want to recruit him?”
“Guide him,” Batman corrected. “Before someone else finds him first.”
Batman shut down part of the display.
Far below them, lightning flashed across Louisiana.
Paris was quiet at night.
The Louvre Museum had long since closed to the public, leaving only dim lights glowing across endless marble halls and ancient statues.
Diana Prince sat alone at her desk reviewing artifact transfers beneath the soft glow of a desk lamp. The museum always felt different after midnight older somehow. Quieter.
the lights flickered blue.
Wind moved softly through the room despite every window being closed.
A familiar divine presence filled the air.
Blue light spiraled near the center of the gallery.
His sandals touched the marble floor without a sound as sky-blue energy shimmered faintly around him. The winged messenger looked exactly as the old myths described beautiful, dangerous, and impossibly ancient beneath his youthful appearance.
Even after centuries, seeing a god physically manifest in the mortal world was rare.
Which meant something was wrong.
Diana’s expression hardened slightly.
Hermes’ glowing blue eyes shifted toward the storm outside the glass pyramid windows.
“Because Olympus is paying attention.”
That answer alone sent tension through the room.
The gods rarely involved themselves directly in mortal affairs anymore.
Hermes stepped forward slowly.
“The young human in St. Roch… Adonis Kingly.”
Diana narrowed her eyes carefully.
“Of course we know about him.”
Diana studied him closely now.
“Batman believes he may be the source of the anomalies.”
“Batman is partially correct.”
The room became very still.
Hermes continued carefully.
“Adonis is far more important than any of you currently understand.”
Diana’s instincts sharpened immediately.
Hermes’ expression shifted subtly.
For the first time since arriving
“That information is not mine to give.”
Blue energy sparked softly around his form.
“But I am here with instructions.”
Hermes met her gaze directly.
“You and your allies intend to confront the boy within the coming days.”
Diana’s eyes widened slightly.
“Diana… I am the Messenger God.”
He stepped closer now, voice lowering.
“When you find Adonis Kingly, you will bring him to Themyscira.”
Diana blinked in disbelief.
Hermes raised an eyebrow.
“Men are forbidden from setting foot on Themyscira,” she continued firmly. “You know that.”
“Then why would the gods demand this?”
Hermes’ sky-blue glow intensified slightly.
“Because the decree comes directly from Olympus itself.”
Hermes turned toward the storm outside the museum windows.
“Themyscira will only be the beginning.”
Lightning flashed across the Paris skyline.
“From there… the boy will be brought before the gods.”
Diana’s breath caught slightly.
Olympus almost never summoned mortals.
Not unless the fate of the world itself was beginning to move.
Slowly, Diana looked back toward Hermes.
“What exactly is coming?”
For the first time that night
the Messenger God looked uncertain.
And that frightened her more than anything.
“A storm,” Hermes answered quietly.
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