"Time's about up."
Deathstroke flew over to Mazikeen's side. The Hell Lord's body was billowing black smoke, while flames sprayed from her seven orifices. Her pale flesh looked like lifeless chunks of meat.
"Ah, yes. I nearly lost track of time having fun."
She smiled, plunged a fist into her own belly, ripped out a bloody worm covered in sharp teeth, threw it to the ground, and crushed it underfoot. It was a flesh-eating monster Circe had manifested inside her body, intending to destroy her internal organs and defeat the demon king.
But it only made Mazikeen happier. She enjoyed pain, reveled in pain. She was pain itself.
She had even wanted to see how much flesh the worm could eat before bursting, but Deathstroke had come to hurry her along, so she stopped playing.
As the two spoke, Circe seized the chance and pointed at Su Ming. There were no lights or shadows, no casting gestures, only a simple wish:
"Turn into a dog!"
Yet Deathstroke remained where he was, completely unchanged. His Red Goggles watched her calmly, as though he were watching a magician's trick, and he even gave a light clap.
He said nothing, merely gesturing for Circe to try again.
"Turn into a pig!"
Naturally, the Enchantress had to try again. It made her seem as if she were following his orders, but since she had the opportunity, she had to seize it.
Unfortunately, Deathstroke was still human-shaped, with no changes whatsoever. He even raised a hand and patted the mouth area of his mask as if he were getting sleepy.
"That's impossible. I can alter every rule in this dimension, so why doesn't it work on you? Are you even human?"
Circe retreated several steps. She hugged the jar with one arm and clutched her