[Clock - 11:30 | 11:30 AM]
[Calendar - 12/01/2003]
[Location - Arkham Asylum - Gotham City, New Jersey]
---Atlas returned to his own mind in a snapping motion.
Taking a deep breath, Atlas gathered his thoughts. What does he know? Waylon is on the 4th floor, about- he looked at the building in the distance up and down, he used a few things that he knew the exact size of as reference -...90 feet? 'He's on the fourth floor, meaning...' Looking at the building and running some math inside his head, Waylon is about... 60 to 70 feet up. 'Well, getting up is easy, getting down is even easier. Infiltrating the place and leaving might be harder than I thought, considering the walls might be reinforced with some sort of alloy to make them more resilient... But who is he kidding? This is Arkham Asylum that he's thinking of, they're corrupt as 90% of Gotham is, and he is pretty sure that whoever is in charge of this reconstruction has cut corners to keep money.
'Ah, I believed I can take advantage of that in the future...' But that would be for future Atlas. "Baytor." Calling out the name of the demon, Atlas opened his eyes to the alleyway and found himself... alone? 'Something must've happened.' In his wheelchair, he was vulnerable- well, not really, seeing as he can literally melt someone down with magic acid, but people will think he is vulnerable! "Fuck..." Thankfully, the alleyway was empty, so he just pushed his way through the illusory semi translucent boxes stacked on top of each other, rolling into the alleyway that was right into the few buildings behind Arkham Asylum.
Arkham Asylum sat right into the middle of Arkham Island, with two brigdes connecting from the east and west side of the island. There is almost nothing on this island besides the D'iangelo Sewage Treatment Plant, this very alleyway was between broken down abandoned homes (because who the fuck would live near the nut house? They'd go for you as soon as they escape their nut home) that he managed to scoop right in between before hiding himself in there. Now, Baytor is missing! 'Shit...' Pulling out a copper wire and bending it softly, Atlas cast [Message], pointing his finger forward and slowly spinning around, searching for Baytor. The spell literally says "you point your finger toward a creature within range and whisper a message", so he is trying to find Baytor like that. His hope was that Baytor would receive the message and speak to him, but to his disappointment, he didn't. 'Okay, something happened.' That much was obvious to him, something must've happened for Baytor to leave him here alone in the alleyway behind the abandoned and destroyed buildings that they were hiding in.
"Baytor, hey!" He tried whispering-shouting, but there was no answer- okay, he can save Waylon alone. "Okay... I can do this..." He rolled back into the hiding spot that he originally was hiding in, the illusion of boxes were still up, so he went through them and stayed still. 'Well, I might as well use this time to learn more.' He spent the entire week planning and reading magic books from Dungeons and Dragons to learn the magic spells that would help him save Waylon- now, you might be asking, why Dungeons and Dragons? Because on his personal quest to master Transmutation Magic, he found out that magic from the Dungeons and Dragons multiverse was weirdly easy to cast and that he had a very easy time using it. He was also more familiar with magic from Dungeons and Dragons, although he couldn't fully remember why. 'Ah, here we go.' He mentally browsed his system and found a book that he wanted to read but had no time as he was stressing over finding Waylon (which was easy enough to do) and stressing over saving Waylon (which might not be as easy).
The book had a red leathery cover with golden softly written cursive letters that read [A Thousand Ways to Destroy your Enemies with Evocation Magic, by Archwizard Archi Evar]. This book had, as the name suggested, various explained ways on how to use even the most basic Evocation cantrips to fuck up your enemies! In the question of spells, it taught a few of them, but the majority of the book was explaining the effects of different spells and how they could be easily controlled to not harm allies while also increasing the damage done against enemies. Thanks to his [Fast Reading] perk, he would certainly be able to read this entire book before it is time to rescue Waylon- He was especially interested in the section called [Acid: How to Melt, Belt, and make it be Felt] wrtten in whimsically curly red-golden letters: "Oh, this will be interesting."
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