Little Cousin looked like he had been "healed," though he smelled a little pissy. Maybe blowing his head off earlier had made him lose control of his bladder and bowels. But that did not matter.
Su Ming could now basically confirm that Susan had entered the Negative Zone, and she had not gone in alone.
The fact that no traces had been left behind was the greatest clue.
As Old Ones' Kin, True Faeries were undoubtedly all insane. But why would a lunatic hide upon seeing Deathstroke? He was clearly just an ordinary human, a dish on their menu.
The normal procedure upon discovering a human was to call over their companions, gang up on him, capture him for sacrifice to an evil god, and eat things like his organs and intestines themselves.
Yet the True Faerie Su Ming had caught had not done that. It had hidden in the darkness of the ruins. If not for a warrior's instincts, he might not have found it.
It could speak English, and what it said seemed to pick up halfway through a conversation. It might have communicated with some human beforehand, and that person had granted it the ability to communicate before attacking after getting certain answers.
Instilling one's own language into an unfamiliar creature should have been the effect of magic. And Yog-Sothoth would never have been bored enough to make his kin learn English. To evil gods and their kin, language was unnecessary; communication relied more on spirit and belief.
Therefore, someone else had taught the True Faerie to speak English.
And to use magic in a dimension like the Negative Zone, the usual method of contacting Dimensional Demon Gods and making deals would not work. This dimension's underlying rules were materialistic. Magic here, like the Old Ones' Kin,