Circe once again warmly welcomed Diana, very kindly offering her precious red tea to drink.
"Diana, I'm so worried about you. Deathstroke throwing you into Hell was truly cruel. You can never imagine what Hell Demons are capable of."
Diana was indeed a bit thirsty, especially upon hearing this topic, her back of the head began to throb faintly.
She gulped down the tea to alleviate her pent-up anger.
Then, she recalled Maggie Ken sticking out her tongue in front of her, eyes rolling back, and couldn't help but shiver.
"No... I couldn't imagine before, but now I can..."
"Oh, my poor Diana, betrayed by your teammates... so what are you planning to do next? Go back to the Hall of Justice to rest? Or return to Paradise Island?"
Circe grabbed Diana's hand with concern, gently stroking it, but Diana, as if electrocuted, pulled her hand back, unwilling to get too close to women for the time being.
To cover up her abrupt reaction, Diana feigned anger, hitting her knee as she said:
"Of course, I have to find that guy Deathstroke and teach him a lesson, then have him beg me to return to the team."
Circe raised her eyebrows, her expression ambiguous as she said: "So the rumors are true? You and him, that?"
Diana lowered her head and shook it: "No, not yet."
Circe squinted her eyes, the bald one misjudged the situation? Diana isn't Deathstroke's weakness?
"You said not yet, does that mean...?"
"I don't know, now's not the time to discuss such matters. Tell me, where did they go afterward?" Diana avoided the topic, returning to her spirited self.
Circe smacked her lips, revealing a strange smile. She placed the teapot on the table and sat on the armrest of Diana's sofa.
"After you were sent away, he immediately called your sister over and even had her wear a uniform just like yours. That little girl looked at him in a way that seemed off, you better be careful..."
"Donna? What's she here for?"
She had many sisters, but the one Deathstroke would call over should be someone related to the Justice League, so it could only be Donna.
Diana furrowed her brow. Donna had her own Dark Star uniform, besides that, she had an Amazon-style battle outfit, there was no need to wear a Titan outfit identical to her own uniform.
Added to Circe's provocation, Diana couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Of course, Circe knew Deathstroke's plan was to muddle the waters, but she wouldn't tell Diana. This was her stronghold, and she had a million ways to prevent Batman from connecting with Wonder Woman through the mind link and other means.
In fact, the red tea just now was one of those ways; didn't you notice Circe herself didn't drink any?
"Tsk, who knows, but Donna is younger, more lively, with a softer personality, maybe Deathstroke..."
Circe was a witch adept at using the dark side of the human heart. She understood well the art of language, leaving half unsaid is the best approach.
Taking advantage of the current situation, deepening the crack in Diana's heart, providing Hecate with more opportunity, was her aim.
"Phew..." Diana sighed, clutching the teacup: "Even if it's true, I wouldn't be jealous of Donna, just as she has never envied me... now tell me, where did they go?"
Circe inwardly scoffed, Diana wasn't taking the bait at all.
But fortunately, the bald one had planned for this.
"Before you were knocked out, weren't you just talking about Nanda Pabat? They're still there."
She deliberately provided an outdated clue, but there, a big surprise awaited Diana.
Wonder Woman adjusted her crown, ensuring it clung tightly to her forehead, the cold metal touch easing the burning sensation of her engraving quite a bit.
She nodded to Circe, put down the teacup: "Thank you for the hospitality, I must be going now."
With that, she flew straight up, disappearing from the cave opening into the horizon.
Having departed a certain range, she pulled out her phone to contact Batman but found that the phone had suddenly stopped responding, as if overloaded.
Maybe the trip to Hell broke it.
Wonder Woman didn't quite understand this tech stuff, let alone the high-tech phone developed by Steel Bone; now that it was dead and wouldn't turn on, she had no solution.
However, since she knew where Deathstroke and the others were, things would be easier once she joined them.
Diana contemplated how to make Deathstroke admit his faults while flying, and also what to do about Donna if she returned.
...........
Circe watched Diana leave, her smile growing even wider. Everything proceeded according to plan, soon she could reap the benefits.
She touched her forehead, unconsciously laughing out loud.
"Witch, it's not time to rejoice yet, our plan has just begun."
In a corner of the room, the air changed instantly, revealing a few figures sitting on the sofa.
In the center, a bald man in green steel armor sat. Though a smile graced his face, his mood was evidently less than stellar.
A restless atmosphere hovered over him, and his armor bore dents from severe impacts.
"Things are proceeding smoothly, aren't they?" Circe indifferently shook her head, tempering the impulse to turn all the men into pigs: "Whether Diana or Hecate wins or loses, all the energy from the engravings will flow to the last engraving possessor there..."
Luthor stood up, his armor clanging with metallic sound: "That's just a minor benefit, I persuaded you to stir Hecate, tricking her into attempting to replace Death, not for this trifling petty advantage."
"Hahaha, deception, truly touching." Joker wiped at his eyes, almost falling asleep from the boredom of eavesdropping on meetings from the corner.
If Luthor hadn't held him down, covering his mouth, he would've already jumped out to greet Deathstroke.
Circe nodded, striding towards them, her suit ignited in purple flames, transforming into a combat uniform.
"You're right, compared to the position of the Endless Clan, the status of the Witch Mother is insignificant... but are you confident in dealing with them? Do you really understand that they're conceptual beings, coexisting with our Multiverse?"
"I'm the smartest man in the world, whether it's the human heart, technology, or magic, even this world, I know much more than you..."
Luthor wasn't angry. From his somewhat battered armor, he retrieved a door handle glowing with intense red light, everything seeming on the verge of melting:
"This is power from beyond the Origin, a great flood that destroys everything, a button to end the tragic future; you all know nothing about true power..."
Circe glanced at Cheetah who was scratching the sofa with her paws, and Black Manta who kept fiddling with the helmet, shaking her head.
"No one knows what's beyond the Origin, you say this 'door handle' is destruction, as far as I know, 'Destruction' is also a member of the Endless Clan."
"He represents the 'Destruction' of our Multiverse. Once I step beyond that threshold, even 'Destiny' won't govern us." Luthor spread his hand open, the door handle lying quietly in his palm, the glowing marks had sketched half a pattern: "I, an ordinary human, have reached beyond the Origin. I've seen broader and farther than them, it's time to teach these Multiverse rules a lesson."
The Joker violently yanked at his hair, strands of green hair scattering to the floor.
"Is it ready now? Your joke is mediocre, but I can't wait to see Batman in pain; whatever you intend, in short, kill the Justice League, kill them all! Hahaha! Uh, no! Don't kill them yet, I want Batman to kneel and beg me for their lives! Hahaha!"
Luthor smiled helplessly, slowly exhaling:
"What you see is just the handle, have you seen the door behind it? No matter, I'll guide you to it..."