Monark bowed to everyone around him, then took a white handkerchief from his pocket, sprayed some perfume on it, and raised it to cover his nose.
He came to Deathstroke's side and leaned over to look down into the ravine.
By now, the lump of black mud had begun to form facial features. It had even grown clothes and ornaments, in a style that resembled Asgardian attire.
"If even you can't tell what this is, then it definitely isn't a Symbiote." Monark expertly produced a rabbit with one hand and snapped its neck with the other. He wiped away his tears with the handkerchief, tossed aside the rabbit, and cast a fire spell.
This showed his combat experience. When dealing with something like slime, one either tried ice or fire.
After paying the price and using hand signs and an incantation, the spell flew out in an instant.
"Zom's Twin Fireballs. You really know how to pick them." Su Ming held a cigarette between his lips and watched two giant fireballs the size of wagon wheels strike the black mud figure below, blasting it into pieces. "I was worried you'd borrow Surtur's magic."
Monark rolled his eyes while staring below. "You've been running around with youngsters too much lately. Do you think I'm as stupid as them? Using a Fire Giant's power in Asgard would make everyone hate me."
"I'm still young. Why can't I work with young people? Forget that. What did you find?" Su Ming waved a hand, signaling him to get to the point and stop looking at him like that.
Monark lowered his casting hand, wiped his eyes with the edge of his handkerchief, and observed for a while.
"The spell was only mildly effective. This thing isn't alive, nor is it stone, metal, or anything