Shout That Name

"Finally found him..." In the lonely fortress, Old Shazam sat silently like a statue. Then, as if he had sensed something, he suddenly raised his head. The face hidden beneath his thick, disheveled white hair moved without wind, revealing eyes beneath his bangs that seemed to have seen through all the vicissitudes of life—calm and wise. Yet for some reason, Old Shazam's eyes were clearly brimming with tears as he looked up. Damn it, a successor who met his standards had finally appeared.