The defeat of the shadow entity sent ripples far beyond the physical realm, stirring the ancient currents of magic that flowed beneath the surface of the DC Universe. Powerful magic users, both benevolent and malevolent, sensed the unique signature of Michael's power – a raw, untamed energy that resonated with primal forces, yet displayed an unexpected degree of control. These whispers of a new, potent magical entity began to weave through the hidden dimensions and arcane networks that connected the magical community.
Lucifer Morningstar, the former ruler of Hell, now residing in Los Angeles, felt a subtle tremor in the fabric of reality, a flicker of power that intrigued his ancient senses. "A new player," he mused to Mazikeen, his sardonic smile playing on his lips as he sipped his bourbon. "One who dances with the primal energies. How… quaint." His interest was piqued, not with any immediate desire for conquest, but with a detached curiosity about this new anomaly in his former domain's extended neighborhood.
In the Tower of Fate, Kent Nelson, bound to the Helm of Nabu and serving as Doctor Fate, experienced a surge in the Helm's mystical awareness. The Helm, a repository of ancient magical knowledge, recognized the unique signature of Michael's power, a force that echoed the raw magic of the dawn of creation. "A wild card," the Helm intoned through Kent, its voice resonating with ancient wisdom. "A power unbound, yet capable of great order or terrible chaos. He must be watched." Doctor Fate's interest was one of cautious observation, a desire to understand and potentially guide this unpredictable new force.
Meanwhile, in the shadowy corners of the magical world, villains like Circe, the powerful sorceress steeped in Greek mythology, and Felix Faust, the master of dark arts, also sensed Michael's burgeoning power. Circe, ever seeking to expand her influence and manipulate powerful beings, saw Michael as a potential pawn, a raw force she could mold to her will. Felix Faust, driven by his insatiable hunger for arcane knowledge and power, viewed Michael as a fascinating subject, a source of unique magical energies to be studied and potentially exploited.
As these powerful entities took notice, Michael himself was becoming more attuned to the subtle currents of magic around him. He could sense the lingering echoes of spells, the faint whispers of other magical beings, a subtle awareness that both intrigued and unnerved him. He began to subtly test the limits of his own abilities, honing his control over the primal energy, learning to weave it into shields, constructs, and focused blasts with increasing precision. He understood that he was attracting attention, though the full scope of that attention remained unknown. His interactions with Zatanna became even more crucial, her guidance helping him navigate the complexities of the magical world and understand the potential dangers lurking in the shadows.