"They won't appear before us again." Hermione looked at the chunks of corpses on the ground. The transformed zombies had only leaked a faint blue liquid from their bodies.
It was like some kind of cocktail, a little viscous, but it froze faster.
"White Walkers hunt much like snakes. They can lock onto targets based on heat sources. As long as you use magic to conceal our body heat, their eyesight is no better than that of ordinary people."
As Su Ming explained to his student why the ambush had gone so smoothly, he had Strangle and the Cloak study the corpses together.
Black tentacles landed on the chunks of flesh, and a few seconds later, they gave their result: still the taste of ordinary humans, nothing different.
If there was anything wrong, it was that there were no complete memories in their brains, only basic knowledge such as language, along with drifting static like a television with no signal.
The Cloak took a little longer. It spread itself over the ground, curling up shards of ice left behind after the White Walkers' bodies had exploded with its corners. Its collar bobbed slowly as it savored them.
A few minutes later, it flew back behind Deathstroke and gestured as though writing behind his back.
The ice shards and weapons both contained traces of special energy, but more than that, hatred and anger were driving the energy's movement. Rather than magic, it was more fitting to call it energy from the Emotional Spectrum.
"Hmm, is that so?" Deathstroke nodded. Under the aurora, his armor was plated with a multicolored halo, making him look somewhat mysterious. "No matter. Have Sepulk mark this universe first and leave it to the Council of the Sky to analyze at their leisure. When it comes to