Wade faceplanted.
Less than a minute after spotting the monster, he was grabbed, folded over several times, rolled into a ball, and stuffed into its huge mouth.
"I'll be back!"
After shouting those "last words," he vanished down the monster's throat.
Seeing him get eaten, Deathstroke and the others crouched back behind the bushes, each wearing a different expression.
"He didn't test the monster's strength at all." Monark sighed helplessly, taking off his top hat and fixing his hair, looking distinctly uncomfortable.
The wind rustled through the forest leaves, sounding like an audience applauding.
Su Ming flicked away some ash and gently exhaled smoke. His tone carried disappointment in his cousin, as though he were furious at his failure to live up to expectations. "I didn't expect him to be this useless. That money was a bit wasted."
Namora looked at the smoking Deathstroke, then at Monark, who had started drinking battlefield black tea. Her little head was full of question marks.
"Wait, isn't he your relative and friend? Why aren't you sad at all that he died? Don't you want to avenge him?"
Monark quickly added sugar cubes to his tea, then pushed the teapot toward everyone as if asking who wanted more. Aside from Ulysses pouring himself a cup, the other two had no mood for it.
The High Priest who had led them here was equally calm. He answered for Monark, "Our god is immortal. He lives forever and cannot die! According to historical records, he has been devoured by all kinds of monsters hundreds of times. No matter how badly he is injured, he will not die."
"Heh heh." Namora gave an awkward laugh. This sounded like nothing more than a fanatic's blind faith in an evil god. It couldn't be used as a reference at