The production line manufacturing Elemental Monsters had been destroyed, yet the fear within the Power Rings increased rather than decreased. A yellow interface visible only to Deathstroke floated before him. The Yellow Lantern Rings' charging efficiency had now reached 300%.
"Oh? The existence of these magical technicians was tied to fear? Destroying them actually harvested emotional energy."
Having made a small discovery, Su Ming silently communicated with Strangle in his mind.
If they had been ordinary Undead Creatures, destroying them should have charged the Black Lantern Rings instead, since that would mean reclaiming the power of death.
"Eek."
The Symbiotes felt that was not their current concern. They first needed to sever the connection between some place and Multiverse 1, because there had to be at least one passage sending wind and snow over there.
"You're right. Then let's go meet Darkseid first. I can practically feel his gaze already."
A few seconds later, bathed in white light, the group landed at the base of the pillar of light. It was a massive suspended metal platform, with churning magma still rolling beneath it.
At one end of the platform was a tiered area of square steps. A throne sat at the very top, and a broad, muscular figure in a white hooded cloak was seated upon it.
A man and a woman stood on either side of the throne.
The man looked somewhat like a monster, or rather, his face resembled that of a large hairless rat. He wore beautiful silver-white armor and held a long energy scythe as his weapon.
He was probably the Desaad of this Multiverse.
The woman was much easier to identify: a plump old grandmother with white hair, rosy cheeks, and a thoroughly benevolent appearance.
The group jumped down from Cloak, which had served as