Wiccan's Wicked Spell Book Of Shadows! -

Billy Kaplan—known to the world as —sat cross-legged on the floor of the Avengers Mansion library, the air around him humming with a low, static charge. Before him lay a tome that seemed to breathe. It wasn’t a standard leather-bound book; its cover was forged from a dark, iridescent material that shifted like oil on water. This was his Book of Shadows .

Suddenly, the shadows in the corner of the room lengthened, detaching themselves from the walls. A voice, slick and cold like a winter wind, echoed from the book’s gutter. “Intent is a heavy price, Little Mage. To find a speedster, you must learn to make time stand still.” WICCAN'S Wicked Spell Book of Shadows!

"I want to find him," Billy whispered. The ink on the page swirled, rearranging itself from a recipe for protection circles into a map of the Multiverse. "I want to find Tommy." Billy Kaplan—known to the world as —sat cross-legged

Billy’s eyes sparked with blue electricity. He didn't flinch. He grabbed his twin-headed staff, the brass glowing white-hot. He began the incantation—the rhythmic, repetitive chanting that was his trademark. "IwanttofindhimIwanttofindhimIwanttofindhim..." This was his Book of Shadows