Monark always wanted to make a sarcastic remark about Deathstroke's statements, but for the moment, he had no idea what to say.
Deathstroke keeping the bombs definitely did not sound like a good thing, but the Magic Prince knew those bombs would not be used on Earth. That meant things were not too bad. The lives of aliens were none of his concern.
He could only twist open another soda and chug it down with the momentum of trying to bankrupt Su Ming, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Ah~~~~ hic! Fine, they've gone off to do their thing. What about us?"
"Wait for Gorr to return. I'll confront him myself. Your task is to use fire magic to isolate an area for us. Faltine and I have an agreement, so contact her directly."
Su Ming drank a soda as well, smoking while he waited.
A look of disgust appeared on Monark's face. He pressed at his constantly twitching eyebrow with a headache. "Faltine's Fire? The cost of casting it is low, but it's far too weak. It's too slow even for cooking at home."
"The Symbiotes won't come near fire. The temperature is irrelevant; what matters is that the fire exists. If you don't want to cast a spell, then find several thousand meters of red cloth, some lights, scissors, and blowers. You might be able to make do with a huge ring of fake stage flames."
Su Ming had previously made agreements with Umar and Faltine, which stated that he could borrow their power. But they were not the Upside-Down Man. They could not be everywhere at once, much less answer his call whenever he wanted as the Upside-Down Man could.
To use their power, Su Ming had to bring along a mage capable of contacting them, much like