"This place is very interesting."
Monark said this to Su Ming as he admired the sights along the road.
The four of them strolled through the ancient-looking streets. The place resembled medieval Jerusalem, with an air of antiquity everywhere.
Rows of spires, beautiful houses with red roofs, colorful flowers and trees lining the streets, and crystal-clear jets of water spraying from fountains in the broad plazas.
Even though buildings were still smoking here and there and the fires of war had not been fully extinguished, everything here still felt dreamlike.
"What's interesting about it?"
Su Ming was having Strangle track Blue Devil by scent. After all, none of them knew the way.
Monark stroked his little mustache and winked at a curious female goblin by the roadside. Only after she seemed to shyly retreat back through her window did he continue.
"I thought this place would be like the Magic Dimension in our universe, an energetic or material 'entity.' But in reality, it isn't."
Su Ming glanced at Mazikeen's ruined face, then looked at The Mustache Mage. "Oh? You mean everything around us is an illusion?"
"Not the way you understand it." Mazikeen cut in at that moment, flirting with Wade as she spoke. "Maya is a concept, a marvelous 'idea.' Even I don't know who created it. But over time, it blossomed from a thought and became a world with its own unique rules. It has its own balance and order, and magic runs through every thread of this dimension."
"It was born before Hell?" Su Ming considered this.
"Yes, before that." Mazikeen nodded, casually tearing at her own face and peeling back some scars. The pain pleased her.
"Hm, that really is interesting."
Deathstroke casually acknowledged it without committing either way. What he wanted to find now was