"The mortal world has grown filthy again."
At the intersection of Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, Deathstroke stood atop the 443-meter Empire State Building with his arms folded, looking down over the entire city as he spoke strange lines Kaecilius could not understand at all.
On rainy days, the strong winds always made the Empire State Building's antenna look as though it were shrouded in smoke. Today, sunlight reflected off the water throughout the city, giving the entire building a yellowish tint, like an old newspaper weathered by time.
Little Ka had no interest in the Sorcerer Supreme's words. He was currently doing everything he could to cast spells and maintain the normal operation of thousands of Magic Circles throughout the city.
Some of those Magic Circles guided the water pooled on the streets into the sewers, while others sprayed the liquid in the sewers back onto the surface. Combined, they allowed the sewage to circulate endlessly.
However, as the water level in the city rose, some sewage inevitably flowed directly from the streets into the sea, so the cycle was merely theoretical.
Even with the help of the underground race's shamans, commanding Magic Circles on such a scale had nearly pushed Kaecilius to his limit. He could not even spare the focus to consider what the Sorcerer Supreme had meant.
The depletion of his Mental Power made his temples throb violently. If the monster did not appear within five minutes, someone would probably have to replace him—Hamill or Little Wong, perhaps.
The streets shimmered with rippling water, while the wails and shrieks of the people rang out without end. Fortunately, they were high enough that the stench in the air had not yet reached them.
Seeing the entire city swallowed by a faint yellow mist, Su Ming felt inspired. He