Marvel x Dc: New magic

Leonardo sat across from Don Salvatore in the dimly lit cabin of the jet, his eyes flicking between the deck of tarot cards spread out on the table before him. Each card held a history, a meaning, a power. The old man had arranged them meticulously, his fingers gliding over them with the grace of someone who had handled them for a lifetime.

Salvatore took a deep breath and leaned back, his piercing gaze meeting Leonardo's. "A Stand is only as strong as the user," he said. "But raw power is meaningless if you don't understand the deeper forces at play."

Leonardo raised an eyebrow. "Deeper forces?"

Salvatore nodded. "Energy. Life force. There is a power beyond Stands, one that has existed long before them." He picked up a single tarot card—the Sun—and tapped it with his index finger. "This is the key to fully maximizing your Stand."

Leonardo crossed his arms. "What are you talking about?"

Salvatore smirked. "It's called Ripple, or in its original tongue, Hamon."

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Ripple is an ancient martial art. A breathing technique that allows a person to produce energy identical to that of the Sun. It flows through your blood, through your body, and strengthens you in ways you can't imagine."

Leonardo narrowed his eyes. "And this will make my Stand stronger?"

Salvatore nodded. "Not just stronger—more refined. Your Stand feeds off your will, your soul. The stronger the foundation, the greater its potential."

Leonardo exhaled, absorbing the information. His journey had already taken so many unexpected turns—first magic, then a Stand, and now this… Hamon. The idea of controlling something as pure and fundamental as the Sun itself sent a thrill down his spine.

Salvatore smirked at the look in Leonardo's eyes. "I'll teach you the basics soon. But first…" He gestured to the tarot cards. "Do you know how to use these?"

Leonardo scoffed. "I know they're used for fortune-telling."

Salvatore chuckled. "They're more than that. A good strategist can read the cards, not just in divination, but in battle. You'll find that everything in this world is about knowing the right move before your opponent does."

As he was about to explain further, the intercom crackled to life, and the pilot's voice came through.

"Boss, we'll be landing in London shortly."

Leonardo straightened in his seat, running a hand through his dark hair. The game was changing once again.

The moment they stepped off the jet, Leonardo could feel the shift in the air. London was damp, cool, and filled with an energy different from Italy. The Giovanna family's influence stretched far, and one of their grand estates stood waiting for them.

As they pulled up to the mansion in a sleek black car, the towering iron gates creaked open, revealing an elegant stone manor bathed in the soft glow of lanterns. It exuded history, power, and an unshakable presence—just like the family that owned it.

Leonardo stepped out, glancing around as the doors opened. A tall woman with a stern expression and an air of quiet command stood waiting for them. Her dark attire, decorated with silver buttons, made her look more like a governess than a servant.

"Welcome home, Master Leonardo," she said in a calm, firm voice.

Leonardo raised an eyebrow. "And you are?"

She gave the slightest of bows. "Nanny McPhee. I will be attending to your needs during your stay."

Leonardo glanced at Salvatore, who merely smirked and walked past them. "She's one of the best," he muttered before disappearing inside.

With a shrug, Leonardo followed Nanny McPhee as she led him through the grand halls of the mansion. Chandeliers cast soft golden light over the marble floors, and intricate paintings lined the walls. The scent of aged wood and expensive cigars lingered in the air—a scent that reminded him of his childhood.

Finally, they reached a grand room with dark oak furniture and an enormous four-poster bed. Nanny McPhee stood at the doorway.

"Your belongings have been placed inside. If you need anything, simply call," she said before turning on her heel and leaving.

Leonardo sighed, tossing his bag onto the floor before collapsing onto the bed. His fingers traced the fabric, but his eyes drifted toward the cane that now rested against the bedside table.

Something about it still called to him.

He reached over and picked it up, letting the smooth wood rest against his palm. The diamonds embedded within it seemed to shimmer as he ran his fingers over them.

Leonardo closed his eyes, trying to feel something—anything.

Then, the glow started.

A faint blue light pulsed from the diamonds. At the same time, Scarlet Conqueror's eyes flashed bright blue.

Leonardo's breath caught in his throat.

Something was inside this cane.

And whatever it was… it was waking up.