The flames died out, and Little Wong returned to Deathstroke's side to report. He simply stood there silently, his eyes fixed on the center of the field as though searching for the spider's remains.
Earth-313's Spider Totem could not even be called Spider-Man. He was merely an ordinary spider-person in the apocalypse. Avalon's order was protected by the Knights of Pendragon, and this Totem had never entertained any thoughts of becoming a hero.
His abilities existed only to keep himself alive, and in order to survive, he would do anything.
It was hard to say whether that was right or wrong, but Little Wong did not mourn his being devoured by the enemy. As a Guardian of Kamar-Taj, his duty was to protect the Sorcerer Supreme and tend to Master's daily needs. He did not care about what happened in other Parallel Worlds.
Still, Su Ming explained it to him and even handed him a bottle of soda to wet his throat.
"When I rammed into that Vampire sister, I'd already placed a tiny drop of Tenth Metal on the sole of her shoe. Once the hunters return to their nest, I can use Metal Resonance and Sepulk to pinpoint the Morlun Family's location—at least the location of one of their gathering places."
"You don't need to explain this to me, Master. Whoever you kill or save, as long as it benefits our Earth, that's all that matters." Little Wong respectfully accepted the soda and smiled as he shook his head. "So you deliberately let this Peter get eaten in order to make Morlun lower her guard."
"That's right. It's an application of psychology." Deathstroke opened a soda for himself as well, tipped his head back for a drink, and savored the orange flavor. "The Morlun sisters we encountered this