Playing ball, having fun—he and a group of skeletons were having a great time under the blazing sun. The child's cheerful laughter completely drowned out the sound of whips from afar, where the Symbiote army was marching enslaved gods along the route to work.
Yes, that enormous bomb was hanging in the distant sky, still showing no sign of activity. Pym probably had not figured out a solution yet.
Monark had actually been beside Su Ming all along, merely in another phase. He had used Mirror Dimension magic to shift his phase and become invisible.
He originally did not know this spell. After all, it was Dormammu's magic, usable only by the Ancient One and a handful of others. But now, thanks to Umar's contract with Deathstroke, he could maintain the spell for almost unlimited periods.
How should he put it? Monark felt that he was enjoying the benefits of being Sorcerer Supreme for the first time. Yet as he watched Deathstroke teach that little Symbiote how to play ball, Monark quietly let out a breath. He could not feel happy at all.
He had seen far too many enemies kick the bucket around Deathstroke, but he had never seen euthanasia on this level. Watching that Symbiote mother and son live like ordinary people filled his face with regret.
His rationality as a wizard told him that, when dealing with members of a hostile Symbiote race, wiping them out completely was the safest course. Deathstroke's choice was not wrong.
Gorr's real wife and son had died a thousand years ago. The ones now running around the field with Deathstroke and preparing food in the palace were merely two phantoms. They should never have existed in the first place.
Yet for some reason, Monark felt miserable inside.
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