"Oh? Aside from us, someone else is darting around the Spider Web?"
Deathstroke, soaking in the water, brushed aside the floating trash before him. One hand pressed against the side of his helmet as he spoke with Adjutant, while his eyes watched colorful little fish swimming nearby.
"Yes, Sheriff, and there's more than one." Adjutant's voice echoed within his skull, while her image in a Western-style dress was projected directly onto his retinas. "Should we have the Great Weaver sever their threads? They'll fall into a random Parallel Universe."
"That won't be necessary. If I remember correctly, Superior Spider is assembling the Superior Spider Army."
Still on the call, Deathstroke walked into the beavers' headquarters and waved to Master Beaver in the distance.
"Find a way to mark the spiders active on the Web and record the realities they've visited. I'll derive the Earth designations later."
"Understood, Master, but they're moving very frequently right now. Perhaps they're being hunted by Morlun. Do they need some assistance? The Spider Web can transmit information." Since Deathstroke had no intention of attacking those spiders, Adjutant proposed another plan to win them over.
Su Ming considered it, his Red Goggles rippling in the darkness with the waves.
"Scions, Others, and Brides—those three Totems are rather special, and the Morlun Family likes them better as well. Have the Great Weaver track those three types of Totems. They should serve as bait to draw in the Inheritors. It would be best if we can arrange a favorable final battlefield."
"Understood. Adjutant offline." The Cybertronian intelligence accepted the order and decisively cut off communication.
The beavers had now built some unusual structures in the sewers, shaped like upside-down bowls. Because of air pressure, even if the sewers flooded, those inverted bowls beneath the water would still contain