But if they had truly stuck to this low-profile approach, what followed might never have occurred.
Or perhaps, Grigori thought bitterly, disaster was a better term than mere misfortune.
Even now, Grigori couldn't deny that not everything was Avery's fault. Yet Avery bore significant responsibility for what happened. Despite his renowned apathy—his lack of concern for the Wiza Tower under his jurisdiction, the kingdom that should have been his by right, or even the world itself—why had Avery involved himself in their affairs? Was it out of boredom?
If Avery had never begun investigating them or actively obstructing their plans, the situation wouldn't have spiraled into mutual destruction.
Back then, they had only been in this new world for a few short years. It was the first world they had breached, and compared to their original one, Avery's world was an uncharted frontier. Their homeworld, in contrast, was a purely technological realm, ordinary and devoid of any supernatural phenomena.
If not for the master Grigori served obtaining a key to access other worlds, they wouldn't have reached this point at all.
However, starting from scratch in a world steeped in magic was no small feat. Even natives of this world required years of effort to make progress within the magic system. True prodigies were rare, and those born with innate magical talent were rarer still.
Among those few, individuals from powerful families enjoyed a far smoother path, while commoners faced overwhelming odds in achieving greatness due to their lack of resources.
As interlopers from another world, Grigori and his people found their high status back home rendered meaningless here. They were reduced to the equivalent of commoners. Technology, their former advantage, was of little use in a world where magic could accomplish everything science could—and often far better.
In the heat of their conflict, Grigori lacked the depth of resources to outmatch this formidable wizard.
In the end, to win—and to protect themselves—they had no choice but to use a secret weapon that could decisively kill Avery.
The result was predictable: Avery was killed, his body lost to a spatial rift, never to be found again. He likely died without ever understanding how a secret that should have been known only to him was discovered by others. And indeed, that secret never should have been exposed.
But these details became irrelevant afterward.
Every world nurtures one or more indispensable figures, just as every parallel universe connected to this cosmos inevitably spawns a Bruce Wayne or a Kryptonian who loves to fly around.
No matter what form they take, their "existence" is constant.
Avery, in his world, was undoubtedly such a figure. Killing him placed his murderers squarely in the crosshairs of the entire world's wrath. In time, the world itself rejected them. Most of them were torn apart by the rift during this rejection, their bodies and even their souls obliterated, leaving no trace behind.
Of course, Avery himself could never have known about any of this.
Grigori's hatred for Avery extended far beyond the injuries he had sustained in their battles—wounds that remained untreatable to this day. It also stemmed from the rage of seeing years of effort reduced to ashes overnight.
This hatred burned especially fiercely when Grigorilearned that Avery, refusing to stay dead, had followed them to this world and continued to undermine them in the shadows.
"This time, you won't be so lucky," Grigori said darkly, his gaze cold and menacing.
Faced with the direct threat, Avery sat casually in his chair, propping his chin on one hand. His posture radiated disinterest, as though Grigori wasn't even worth his attention. With a bemused lift of his brow, Avery replied coolly, "I think that's my line. The only reason you worms managed to wound me so severely last time was because you leveraged the remnants of my mentor's legacy. This time, you won't have that advantage."
As if suddenly recalling something, Avery added with a faint smile, "Speaking of which, your little brain-implant enchantment combined with technological methods wasn't bad. It prevented me from gleaning certain truths from your souls."
Seeing the smirks beginning to form on his opponents' faces, Avery continued nonchalantly, "Unfortunately, I cracked it a short while ago."
Grigori's expression froze. This man truly never missed an opportunity to mock others. But if Avery had indeed unearthed their secrets from their memories…
Grigori's mind raced, calculating their odds of taking Avery down once and for all.
It was at this moment that Grigori stopped paying attention to Avery. A clash between them was inevitable, but this conflict wasn't something the natives of this world should witness. Allowing that would risk repeating past mistakes.
Turning sharply, Grigori addressed the figure who had been silently observing them all along: Batman. With an air of cold authority, he said, "You would be wise to leave now. What happens next is between us. I suggest you stay out of it."
In Grigori's estimation, Batman had only been drawn here by Avery's recent activities. He couldn't imagine that the two of them might know each other. While Batman despised chaos in his city, Grigori assumed that he would avoid direct confrontation with such a large group, opting instead to retreat for now and observe from the shadows.
Batman: "…"
For a moment, Batman was at a loss for words.
When he saw Avery interacting with this group of unknown, hostile figures, he didn't have any new revelations—just a strange sense of inevitability, as though the other shoe had finally dropped.
On the whole, while he still harbored doubts about Avery, there was some reassurance in finally having a clearer picture.
He observed their exchange quietly. Yet the familiarity in Avery's tone as he spoke to these people made Batman's face harden beneath his mask.
Who knew what kinds of people Avery had gotten involved with during all those years away? These people, judging by their bearing, clearly meant trouble.
Now, as Grigori delivered his veiled threat, Batman frowned.