Behind him, a poster for Shazam: Fury of the Gods fluttered on a billboard. But the faces were wrong. Shazam’s face was melting. And the Fury? She was waving at him.
He stumbled back, knocking over a stack of instant noodle cups.
The screen went black. The file name changed to: Lk21.DE-Shazam-Fury-Of-The-Gods-2023-BluRay-172...
She smiled with all three mouths.
The countdown had begun.
"That is the number of hours before the last seal breaks. You, thief, are now the temporary custodian of the Fury of the Gods. But the gods are not heroes. They are hungry ."
Ardian looked at his armored hand. The lightning bolt flickered. "I don't want this. I just wanted to write a paper on ray-tracing." Behind him, a poster for Shazam: Fury of
Light poured from the speakers, not sound — actual light, golden and ancient. It wrapped around his fingers, his arms, his chest. His worn-out Berserk T-shirt turned into scorched bronze armor. In his right hand, a cracked lightning bolt hummed, leaking sparks that smelled of ozone and old libraries.
The laptop screamed.
"Say the name of the last god."
