At the top of Wayne Tower, Deathstroke watched columns of white-lit water spray from one manhole after another, turning into luminous rain as they fell. At the city's edge, jagged iron curtains rose one after another and gradually closed, slowly yet swiftly blocking out the sky. It should have worked.
In terms from Journey to the West, this was called "steaming in a covered pot"—confining the high-concentration white-light rain and mist within a limited space and letting it work to its heart's content.
After taking in the view outside, Deathstroke pulled Sinestro to his feet and slowly shook his head.
"I have no use for your ring. White Lantern Rings aren't something you can stack; even if one person wore ten of them, they'd still only be able to wield the same power as before. Besides, this is your universe. Relying on travelers from a Parallel World like us would only make one mistake worse with another."
And this was merely a Time Point in the past, one of the countless Time Streams of Earth-12. Before he saw exactly how the enemy had altered it, Su Ming would not state his position lightly.
"But the pain I'm enduring now is hundreds, thousands of times worse than before. I'm truly exhausted." Sinestro's face twitched. Even with his willpower, being surrounded by the vaporized white light of an entire city felt like having countless insects gnaw at his heart.
It was not mere mist, but energy radiation. It could not be stopped by walls or any physical object. It was light itself.
Wherever there was shadow, there had to be light. Within a Reality Dimension, there was no place of absolute darkness.
"I have a simple way to ease your pain." Su Ming raised his hand, revealing his seven-colored Power Rings. "I