"Hahahahaha!!!"
Gorr threw back his head and laughed as he strode into his palace. Black Symbiotes flowed over his body, winding around him like black smoke.
The already gloomy palace seemed to grow several shades darker, but in Gorr's people's traditions, darkness meant coolness and safety.
The palace was not large. Aside from a few luxuries, Gorr did not even have a throne.
Those so-called luxuries were flowers he had brought back for his wife from alien worlds.
The assorted flowers had been carefully placed in vases, their roots soaking in clean water that the natives of this planet had never dared dream of. Faint fragrances drifted through the darkness.
As Gorr laughed, a blue-gray-skinned female emerged from an archway at the back of the palace. A warm smile rested on her face as she hurried over to greet him.
"You said you were going out to handle something important, my love. You came back so quickly, so things must have gone well, right?"
Hearing her husband's laughter, she did not know what had made him happy, but she was happy nonetheless—happy for him.
Su Ming had rescued Old Demon Spirit from the Knowledge Sanctum in Omnipotence City. Thanks to Knull's observations of Gorr, some information about Gorr had likewise been recorded in history as part of the tale of the God of the Symbiotes.
While chatting in the basement, Su Ming's group had received plenty of intelligence regarding Gorr. Most of the known information was useless to Deathstroke; the only thing worth having was the language once used by this planet's natives.
Even for Deathstroke, learning a language in a short time was impossible. But as long as the information from that massive book used for smashing people was fed into the Cosmic Translator, listening, speaking, and reading would