The rogue sorcerer's influence over Starling City intensified, the veil between worlds thinning, and the mundane transforming into the bizarre.
Gravity became a fickle mistress, tilting streets at impossible angles.
Statues in the park animated, engaging in silent, stone-faced brawls. The very air crackled with unstable magical energy. The escalating chaos drew the attention of forces far beyond Starling's usual protectors.
A crimson and gold blur streaked across the sky, Iron Man's sleek armor glinting in the distorted sunlight, his repulsor rays attempting to stabilize collapsing structures.
From the shadows of Gotham, the Batwing descended, Batman's grim silhouette a stark contrast against the surreal backdrop, his analytical mind struggling to find a logical explanation for the magical pandemonium.
And then, a figure of legend arrived, a beacon of hope against the encroaching chaos. Superman, his blue suit a vibrant symbol against the distorted cityscape, descended with a concerned frown, his immense power immediately put to the test as he saved citizens from gravity wells and contained rogue magical constructs.
He observed the chaotic energy with a thoughtful gaze, recognizing a force beyond the scientific principles he usually dealt with.
Amidst the pandemonium, Michael and Zatanna worked in tandem, a whirlwind of emerald energy and backward-spoken spells.
Zatanna countered the immediate magical threats, her theatrical gestures now imbued with genuine power, while Michael focused on containing the larger, more volatile energy surges, his control growing with each passing moment.
Superman's gaze, in particular, lingered on Michael, a flicker of intrigued curiosity in his usually stoic blue eyes.
This green energy… it seemed to resonate with the very fabric of the magical disruptions in a way he couldn't quite comprehend.