Guardian

"A being born from the secret plane, huh?" Adam stoked his chin in understanding. "Well, that would explain why you could suddenly appear in this room and even have the ability to alter the runic formation to your liking."

He looked at the Joker with bright eyes. "So you're the spirit guardian of this secret plane!"

The Joker's eyebrow rose in surprise. He glanced at Adam and nodded. "Not bad, young lad, you're quite knowledgeable for your rank and age."

"Hehe." The teenager laughed smugly.

Thanks to the memories of the experts he had absorbed, there were some things he knew that even the most powerful Magi on this planet might not.

The Joker found the youth to be more and more interesting by the second. Suddenly, he thought of something, and his eyes lit up. He turned around and saw the distance left to the pedastal.

His lips curled up into a smirk as he glanced back at the youth, "Let's spice things up, shall we?"