A gang wanted to kidnap Diana; the mere fact that they even thought of it had already sentenced them. Eron didn't need much to track the gang. Their fear was like a magnetic trail he followed with ease. While Diana enjoyed the luxury of Beverly Hills, Eron decided that the only fate for anyone who dared to plot against his queen was total annihilation.
He arrived at the hideout—an abandoned warehouse at the docks—and there was no fight. There was only execution. Eron walked calmly as the metal around him bent and sliced through the air. Criminals were crushed by steel beams or disintegrated by electrical discharges before they could even draw a weapon. To Eron, they weren't even human; they were just dust that needed to be cleared away.
At the back of the warehouse, only a common-looking boy remained, huddling behind a wooden crate. Eron raised his hand, his fingers sparkling with the blue of Zeus's lightning, ready to turn the last survivor into ash.
— Please! — the boy screamed, his eye wide with terror.
Eron did not hesitate, but before the bolt could leave his hand, the boy shouted a single word that made reality itself vibrate:
— SHAZAM!
The warehouse roof was torn away—not by Eron, but by a colossal, golden lightning bolt that descended from the clear Los Angeles sky. The impact threw Eron back, his magnetic force struggling to keep him upright against the mystical pressure of the discharge.
When the smoke cleared, the boy was gone. In his place stood an imposing man, with a white cape fluttering in the wind and a red suit with a lightning bolt glowing on his chest. He didn't exude Eron's scent of ozone, but an aura of ancient, divine magic.
— I don't know who you are — the man said, his voice now deep and heavy with an authority that rivaled Zeus's. — But I cannot let you continue this massacre.
Eron regained his balance, his white eyes glowing with renewed fury. He felt the power coming from this stranger. It wasn't just ordinary lightning; it was the power of Solomon, Hercules, Atlas, Zeus, Achilles, and Mercury fused into a single body.
— Another godling — Eron growled, the Lantern ring on his finger glowing intensely in response to the mystical power. — I came to this world to rest, but it seems destiny keeps sending me new powers to harvest.
Eron extended his arm, and all the remaining metal in the warehouse began to swirl around him like a whirlwind of blades, while the Los Angeles sky began to darken with the storm that he and his new adversary summoned simultaneously.
— Show me, "Shazam" — Eron challenged. — Show me if your magic can stop the will of a God of War.