The big cat's eyelids drooped, and its gleaming whiskers trembled.
Here it came again—the Sorcerer Supreme's old trick.
But it didn't think Deathstroke had any leverage over it. It ate well and slept well here; no outside enemies could invade, nor could anything disturb it.
As one of the old ancient gods, it had no desire to advance any further. Being content with the status quo meant Strength in Detachment.
"The future Earth will only become more dangerous. You and I will be fine, but what about your followers?" Su Ming flicked ash onto the grass and stated his terms first. "If Wakanda can no longer survive, the souls of every king beneath this tree, who have kept you company for who knew how many years—can you really let their bloodline die out?"
Its eyes narrowed. Though it was not the sort of god born from faith, what Deathstroke said was indeed a problem.
If every Wakandan descendant perished, the souls of those kings would surely lose their hope of continuing to "exist" and eventually dissipate within this dimension.
Then the Leopard God would become a lone cat. There were still gods such as boars, mongooses, and lions here to keep it company, but it wasn't the same.
As though he had seen through the cat's thoughts, Su Ming floated cross-legged with Cloak's help. "So I can help them. I can send them to a safe alien planet, find Wakanda a new colony, and ensure their safety."
"Your new universe." The Leopard God immediately understood. It lowered its head and ate the roast lamb, though it was really thinking.
"You said you weren't in the Main Dimension and didn't know what was happening there, yet you seem to know quite a lot." Su Ming smiled and teased the big cat.