"Heh."
Mazikeen glanced sideways at Deathstroke and let out an inscrutable chuckle.
As a devil, she had long grown accustomed to betrayal and exploitation. That was simply how demon lords normally got along.
But this was her first time seeing someone make avoiding battle sound so refined. Which genius had invented the term "holding the line"? Wouldn't it be better to just say they were cheering from the sidelines?
"What are you doing? Let go of me." Diana was so embarrassed by the demon's sidelong look that she struggled to free herself from Deathstroke's grip. "Amazons never avoid battle. Let me go and let this demon see that I will never lack courage."
"Fine, fine. You don't lack it. I do, all right?"
Yet Su Ming did not let go. He surveyed their surroundings and answered her in a manner that suggested he was not concerned in the slightest.
This was a space composed entirely of golden light, a dimension filled with order and rules. It had to be Nabu's home.
In the past, Doctor Fate's golden Ankh Cross-shaped Teleportation Portals had actually used this place as a shortcut to swiftly reach other locations. It worked much like Hell's Teleportation.
But being trapped here was another matter entirely. Nabu was undoubtedly the supreme god within Order Space, and Maze was the only one who could hold him off for the moment.
For now, having her buy time while they waited for the next part of the plan to be ready was the wisest tactic.
Within the enemy's dimension, it made little difference where they stood; the enemy could control the space and energy within it, so positioning was not particularly meaningful.
Its sole purpose was psychological warfare. By pulling Diana back, he would mislead the Lords of Order into believing