The other side of the Teleportation Portal was not Limbo, but an ordinary-looking house. A few simple pieces of furniture stood inside, and the entire room did not even have a window.
It was a Safehouse.
A small lamp sat on the table, its dim yellow light spilling softly into every corner. It provided very limited illumination, but Deathstroke had already recognized the person Magik had found for him.
A petite woman lay on the bed, shivering violently. Her face was pale, her brow tightly furrowed, and the moment they entered, they could hear her teeth chattering.
Her long green hair was plastered to her face with sweat, making her already small face appear even smaller. Tiny metal particles drifted up and down around her uncontrollably.
Perhaps she was having some Nightmare. She was still unconsciously using her powers.
"Oh? Polaris was the one everyone had been searching for all these years without any news, and you just happened to pick her up?" Su Ming caught a handful of metal shavings floating through the air. They slipped through his fingers like quicksand. "Nicely done. She'll be useful."
Illyana held Deathstroke's arm and laughed. Praise from her teacher always made her happy. "Ever since I met you, Teacher, I've been especially lucky. Sometimes, it isn't that people aren't trying hard enough. The opportunity just hasn't come yet."
After all, she was a student of Kamar-Taj. She knew quite a few little terms like Retribution, fate, and blessings.
Su Ming reached out, brushed Polaris's hair aside, and touched her forehead, getting a hand full of sweat.
"She has an X-Gene suppression collar around her neck. It's half-broken, allowing her to barely use her powers. That means she probably escaped from some military laboratory not long ago. Her fever keeps rising and breaking,