Before the round Zen window, Stark and Strange both frowned at the black notebook on the table. Stark pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, held it against his chin, and said with a frown, "So, the owner of this notebook found several companions during his adventures?"
"Yes. He called them 'the witch, the strongman, the robot, the warrior, and the little animal.' Sounds a bit like the names of playing cards."
"Each has their own distinctive traits," Stark commented, then added, "Their abilities are so well-rounded that it feels deliberately arranged."
"There's no doubt that teammates with different specialties gave this group a greater chance of survival, but next, they would face an even greater challenge."
Strange smiled. After speaking, he lightly snapped his fingers. The opened black notebook floated up and hovered to the right of the coffee table, while a map lay spread across the table.
Strange spread his fingers, and five points of light flew toward the pages of the black notebook. Immediately afterward, five lifelike folded-paper figures jumped out from between the pages.
The first wore a long black robe and a pointed wizard's hat, with brilliant light still shining from the tip of the staff in his hand.
The second was broad and powerfully built, carrying a shield. He landed on the table with a heavy thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The third's body consisted of several blocks connected by wires. Its lower half was a set of crackling treads, and the antenna atop its head swayed from side to side.
The fourth was nimble and wore an Eastern-style martial arts robe, with the Chinese character for "martial" written on his back. The moment he landed, he executed a beautiful spinning kick.
The fifth was a slender weasel-like animal with a big