The short-range teleport went smoothly. Monark's teleportation was not as fast as Little Wong's, but he had a steadier mindset. Even when the Symbiotes nearly plastered themselves against his face at the end, he still safely brought all four of them into the burning spire.
It was a highly futuristic building. One side of the corridor was made entirely of floor-to-ceiling glass, while the other was lined with small rooms, making it look like an apartment building.
The hallway had electric lights and potted plants, along with benches and fountains for people to rest and relax.
"An electrical fire? Do gods use electricity too?" Pym looked around as he took a tiny capsule from his pocket. After opening it, he used Pym Particles to enlarge the item inside into a gas mask and handed it to Janet.
Their uniforms were fireproof, but Wasp did not have a mask. That was another flaw in the uniform's design.
"Gods have been using electricity far longer than humans. The universe is so vast that there are gods of everything. Ever heard of the God of Lamb Hotpot?" Su Ming drew his greatsword and used it to carve a path through the blaze.
"What? Lamb hotpot has a god too?" Monark nearly choked on his saliva. "How have I never heard of that?"
Deathstroke's black-and-yellow mask turned toward him, then swiftly turned back. "Neither have I."
Magic Prince rolled his eyes. He knew he should not have joined the conversation. Deathstroke was obviously feeding Pym nonsense, so why had he jumped in?
Still, he understood Deathstroke's intentions. Ant-Man had been active for some time, but he had never dealt with a crisis of this level, much less Wasp. This was her first operation.
With Deathstroke chatting about random nonsense like this, it was hard