Before them lay a Steampunk city. Besides skyscrapers made of metal and pipes, chimneys filled every visible corner, while slow-moving airships drifted through the sky, hauling people and cargo.
Countless searchlights cast beams into the sky, leaving round patches on the clouds that looked beautiful against the night.
Amid the concentrated lights at the city's center stood a massive statue of a middle-aged man in a trench coat, raising a hand to release an owl.
Besides that most conspicuous statue, many buildings were decorated with owls in various poses—some spreading their wings to take flight, some resting with their eyes closed, and so on. These statues were all cast from brass, gleaming magnificently beneath the lights.
On the rooftop of a tall building, Deathstroke and the other two observed the city below. Little Wong looked somewhat battered and bruised, prompting Gwen to sneak glances at him from time to time.
But whenever Wong noticed her gaze, Gwenpool would turn her head away, pretending nothing had happened.
After several rounds of this, Little Wong finally could not hold back. "What? Never seen someone get hurt in a fight?"
Originally, he had teleported over to ambush Earth-616's Wong. After throwing a sack over the man's head, he had given him a thorough beating. But who could have expected Strange to fight so dishonorably? Not only had he drawn the Eye Demon's attention, he had also made it two against one and even brought weapons into it.
After several exchanges, Little Wong had been injured as well. To avoid being targeted by the Old Ones, he had no choice but to leave behind a few harsh words and slip back to Deathstroke's side.
The moment he returned, he noticed that there was a girl beside Deathstroke, and Little Wong immediately understood.
The Sorcerer