The one who screamed was naturally Harley.
As the Power Ring constructs wiped out all manner of monsters and advanced into a larger underground space, she eagerly charged along behind them, eyes wide as she tried to see what was going on.
The moment she caught sight of a gigantic black heart, Zatanna's lightning magic flashed before her eyes. They hurt unbearably, and she could no longer see a thing.
She desperately rubbed her eyes, smearing her eyeshadow and mascara until her face looked like a ghost's.
The gorilla that had jumped down from Deathstroke's shoulder, on the other hand, was completely unharmed. Sometimes, being a few steps behind was a good thing.
Through the human wall formed by the Power Ring constructs, Bobo saw the enormous black heart in the distance and the black water surging skyward with every beat. He froze on the spot.
A few seconds later, he began clawing at his hair, his face full of regret.
"How had I not thought of it before? It only came back to me when I saw the Heart of the Corrupted Realm. This special space is Rot Country—the mental plane of The Black!"
Deathstroke, holding the Golden Scimitar, slowly walked over to his side. He watched the Power Ring constructs deal with the various monsters crawling over the ground and walls, then looked at the impossible-to-ignore enormous heart. It was not merely black; it looked more like it was wrapped in rotting flesh, grotesquely bloated and cumbersome.
It floated there, endlessly drawing in and spewing out black water.
"Rot Country? Is it somewhere like The Green's 'Link'?"
Deathstroke asked Bobo. Though he had remembered some things, it was still better to consult a professional.
All the plants throughout the DC Multiverse could connect through a special network invisible