Now that he had found The Spellbinder' s hideout, the mighty superhero came crashing through the ceiling and landed ier of a dimly lit building, except for a small circle of light in the er of the room, which started moving towards him. When Superman found himself ier of the harsh spotlight, it reflected off of the red and yellow logo emblazoned across his broad chest as the brave hero called out to his old nemesis, "Okay, Spellbinder! I followed your instrus to the letter and came here alone, just as you asked. Now, show yourself!"
"Oh, I assure you, your young friend is around here somewhere. But don' t worry, Superman. I' ve been taking real good care of him." Spellbiells him.
An angry Superman demands to know, "Just tell me where you are holding Jimmy Olsen, you sadistic sorceror!"
hat this latest frontatioweewo of them wouldn' t end up exactly the same way. So he was fident that he could handle Spellbinder all by himself, no matter what dirty tricks this mischievious magi might have up his sleeve.
A calm, soothing voice suddenly came out of the darkness, "Well it sure took you long enough to get here, hero. I must say, that was quite aeranade, Superman."
Uhe Spellbinder replies, "True, you may have won our last matchup, my worthy oppo!
"Well, you might as well let him go and just surreo me now, Spellbinder! We both know that your parlic doesn' t work on me! So don' t make me humiliate you again like I did all those years ago!" Superman reminds the vengeful villain.
Superman arrived at the exact loentioned in the email a few minutes before 6 PM and flew down towards the spooky looking mansion below. It was a dark, ominous place, far up in the mountains, way out in the middle of nowhere. There wasn' t another house or business for at least 30 or 40 miles and the only road that once led to it had long since been closed. In fact, probably no one even remembered this rundown, rickety old structure was still standing.