Anti-Vibranium was merely one of the least valuable secrets of the Savage Land. At least, that was how Su Ming saw it. He had two weapons forged from God Metal and Nth Metal, as well as Tenth Metal and Olympus Divine Power Enchantment. He had no need for Anti-Vibranium.
The Savage Land itself was even more valuable as a dimension.
After a moment of silence, Ulysses was the first to pick up the bottled water Deathstroke had brought, boil it, and prepare some instant noodles.
"I'm not leaving. I came here all those years ago, and going back empty-handed would be too embarrassing. I'm going to make the greatest archaeological discovery in human history."
Zavadi also picked up a roasted quail, tore off a leg, and stuffed it into her mouth. It had been so long since she had tasted spices that tears glimmered in her eyes as she said indistinctly, "I'm not leaving either. A warrior has no reason to retreat. Wakanda! God loves me!"
Druid looked at the two of them in confusion. They had seemed to hate this place more than anyone before, yet now that they had a chance to leave, they did not want to. What was wrong with them? Had this dimension tortured them into Stockholm Syndrome?
But then he looked at Makkari, who had a hole in his chest, and Namora, who was smacking her lips and babbling nonsense. He smiled and shook his head.
"Since no one else is leaving, then I'll—"
"No, you're leaving." Deathstroke cut him off. The red eye on his mask flashed in the cave.
"???"
Druid wore an expression full of bewilderment. Everyone was supposed to work together and strive on here again. What would it mean if he left?
"Eat something first. I'll have Cloak send