The door to the reception room opened once more, and a young woman entered. She wore a somewhat revealing black bodysuit draped with a thin veil, and her skin was pale purple.
Her eyes were framed by two deep-purple, tattoo-like diamond shapes, resembling the facial markings of Azeroth's Night Elves. Her ears were pointed as well; it seemed her mother might have had elven blood.
When she saw the terrifying Sorcerer Supreme in the room holding the Black Monster in his right arm and the floating Cloak in his left, she forgot what she had intended to say.
Was this what humans called having one on each arm?
Su Ming looked up at her. She was almost no different from her appearance in the comics, except that in person, she was even more alluring. She was still the queen of the Underground City.
"Come, sit here. I'll show you some treasures."
Deathstroke withdrew his mask, revealing a human face with a gentle expression. He did not look as terrifying or powerful as the legends claimed.
"Hello, Master. I am Shakara, the Regent of Metropolis."
Unlike her father, she was not particularly afraid. She introduced herself properly as she walked to the sofa and sat down.
Whether intentionally or not, she did not sit on the sofa across from Deathstroke. Instead, she sat beside him, staring curiously at Strangle as it chewed on an apple, red hearts practically shining in her eyes as she looked at it without pause.
"Interested in Symbiotes?" Su Ming kept pulling food and alcohol from his waist pouch and asked her with a smile.
"Mm... sorry, I was being presumptuous. But I truly have never seen such a beautiful creature. Oh, its body is so smooth, like black satin beneath the night sky. And those curved