"You look a little worse for wear."
When the three of them returned to Maya, the gathered crowd looked as though they were holding a meeting. Wade was the first to spot his cousin and the others returning, biting a finger as he spoke.
"I won't die. Report, Monark."
After landing, Deathstroke shook off Diana's support and staggered over to a statue, leaning against its pedestal.
It was a statue of Master Night, Jim. After inheriting Maya, Bobo had not done nothing; he had built this statue for his friend as a memorial.
The statue held Nightblade aloft, a proud smile on its face, just like Jim's expression when he used to brag and shoot the breeze with Bobo in the tavern.
"Ancient One left. I don't know where she went, but I've figured out most of the controls here. Also, Wade killed some people who wanted to surrender, but I estimate that even more of the Surrender Faction have gone into hiding because of it."
Monark came over and checked Su Ming's condition. He could not see anything wrong; Strangle had already repaired all physical injuries, and the remaining wounds were not physical.
That made things difficult. The Mustache Mage could only take out some tobacco, roll it into a cigarette, place it between the Sorcerer Supreme's lips, and light it with magic.
"She left? Hoo... Fine. Nightfall is still a long way off. Without the Magic Moon, Circe's witchcraft army cannot attack this place." Su Ming had not smoked a hand-rolled cigarette in a long time. Monark's tobacco from India really packed a punch, and he felt much better.
"What's the next step, then?"
Cyborg saw the golden dimension in the sky disappear. The shattered blue sky was stitched back together by an invisible force, and everything seemed