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If he could just concentrate for a moment, he could weave a spell to purge the toxins from his body. Or maybe carry his body backward in time to a point before he’d been exposed. Or forward to a point that the toxins had been processed out of the body?

He couldn’t make up his mind. It was like one idea after another, floating in a fog.

Then an explosion ripped a hole between the floors of the tower. The boy looked and saw what appeared to be Shazam emerging from the smoking ruins.

The black-and-gold clad figure started toward him. 

Instinctively, the boy shied away, even as he tried to steel himself. [color=#f1c232]“You’re just an illusion. You’re not real. You’re not [/color][color=#f1c232][i]me[/i][/color][color=#f1c232],”[/color] the boy uttered, speaking to himself to try and muster up the courage to stand up to his hallucination even as he took another step back.

[i][color=#00aeef]“Teth are you okay?” [/color][/i]

The child’s green eyes just blinked. A look of confusion replaced that of fear, before the boy’s head tilted to one side. 

That was a... very odd thing for him to say to, well, [i]himself[/i].

Plus, Shazam was way too much of a jerk to ask that. Something about the wisdom of Zehuti. Ultimate intelligence... 

...and absolutely zero social skills.

[color=#00aeef][i]“It’s me, Kara.”[/i][/color]

The boy’s head went back at the statement, as what appeared to be Shazam’s face was now speaking with Supergirl’s voice.

[color=#f1c232]“I believe the appropriate idiom for this situation is, [i]I am tripping balls right now[/i],”[/color] the boy deadpanned flatly, still noticeably apprehensive toward the spectre of his empowered form, but accepting for the moment that it was just a product of whatever he’d inhaled.

[i][color=#00aeef]“I need help figuring out where this gas is coming from. Do you know where ventilation room is?”[/color][/i]

[color=#f1c232]“The [/color][i][color=#f1c232]what[/color][/i][color=#f1c232] room?”[/color] the boy asked, for a moment looking his age as he stared up at the man, who was really a woman. 

Ventilation, as in air conditioning? To be honest, he’d never even given the tower’s method of air circulation a thought.

Maybe if he’d been in his empowered form, he could have helped, but as it was...

That was when it seemed that the air pressure suddenly dialed up, as the tower was aired out. [color=#f1c232]“I have a feeling that’s Red Tornado,”[/color] the boy opined aloud.
[h3][b][i]Later[/i][/b][/h3]
[color=#f1c232][i]“Zor Isis Fulmis.”[/i][/color]

As he spoke the incantation, the child moved a hand in the air. As he did, the damage that Kara had inflicted from earlier seemed to reverse itself, until the hole was patched as if it had never happened.

Rather than inspecting his handiwork, the child looked down at his hand. Snapping his fingers a few times, pale sparks seemed to form.

He was finally back to being able to cast magic again.

[color=#f1c232]“Well, that was officially annoying,”[/color] the boy commented aloud.