"This is a massacre. These pale monsters look like some kind of Spectre? You brought me here just to watch this?"
Two figures, one tall and one short, stood on a distant ridge. The wind and snow had no effect on them, as though transparent shields protected them. Snowflakes were blocked and melted by an invisible barrier several meters away.
The short girl's nose was a little red, but not from joy. Her large eyes kept rolling upward, clearly disgusted that the man accompanying her had brought her here.
Below, the red blood of three people stained the ground before rapidly freezing over. The White Walkers began letting out piercing, chattering laughter, speaking in an incomprehensible language.
It was hard for her to feel happy.
In the Men in Black world, in order to play the stereotypical Asian woman Americans imagined, she had stayed indoors every day and barely spoken. She was practically stifled.
After trading away a vast amount of scientific research data, studying their organizational structure, and stealing the genes of several thousand Men in Black agents, the bad professor had finally announced that they could leave. He had even suggested taking her to see another kind of "Men in Black."
"As long as I don't have to play a mute again." That was what Hermione had said at the time.
So Deathstroke had brought her here, supposedly to the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, claiming they would take a vacation while recruiting a Druid for the Council of the Sky.
While his apprentice spoke, Su Ming was still considering the news he had received from Adjutant not long ago.
Brainiac 21 had encountered someone calling himself the "All-Powerful Recorder" in the Spectre Universe. The other party had been extremely powerful. She had decisively self-destructed