While it was autumn in the Northern Hemisphere, Australia in the Southern Hemisphere was in spring. Yet the forest where the three of them had landed held not the slightest hint of warmth.
Bleak, overcast sunlight shrouded this strange forest. It was eerie, like something asleep within a dream of death. Even during the day, bizarre animal cries echoed through the woods from unknown places, but when they listened closely, there was only the rustling of leaves.
It instinctively made the hairs on the back of one's neck stand up.
The deeper they went into the forest, the less real everything became. The recording showed Diana walking into an ancient, thick oak tree, yet now the surrounding trees had completely changed.
Twisted ancient trees they had never seen before seemed to have drained away all light, turning the forest into a world of black and white. Their white leaves formed dense canopies, blocking every gap through which the sky might be seen, leaving only enough space for people to breathe.
In this world of nothing but black and white, nameless beetles of vivid, alluring colors crawled freely across the ground and tree trunks. Living in colonies like ants, they busily carried two-toned fruits resembling human eyeballs.
From what they saw to what they heard, even to the smell in the forest, everything was steeped in strangeness.
A cold wind through the woods stirred Bobo's fur. The detective's response was to tuck it all back beneath the brim of his hat. He took a hard puff from his pipe, bent over, and searched for clues with a magnifying glass.
But the only source of light here was the Godslayer in Deathstroke's hand. The lightning-wreathed weapon was fine for cutting people down, but its glow was unstable when used for illumination.
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