Right before the three of them, the girl holding the umbrella lowered her head, as though her neck had lost all support, her hair falling over her face.
But the next second, her entire body burst into flames, as if gasoline had been poured over her. Her flesh and skin turned to ash at a visible rate.
All that remained was a burning flaming skull, with flames drifting above it like hair—those were her strands of hair.
Her outfit changed with it. Her loose, oversized clothes became a black leather jacket studded with spikes, paired with jeans and riding boots. The umbrella in her hand fell to the ground and transformed into a motorcycle with a sidecar.
The burning skeleton lifted one long leg over the motorcycle, then twisted the throttle with a dried claw. The entire vehicle began to warp amid the flames, sprouting decorations resembling skulls and bones, along with spikes and long horns.
The roar of the engine mingled with the flames, creating a stunning kind of beauty. She tilted her head, her jawbone moving as a demonic voice emerged:
"Get on."
"Uh, I think I'll run. I'm pretty fast, so just lead the way." Barry refused to ride the modified sidecar motorcycle. Looking at the swaying red ghost fire, then the magma in the sidecar, he felt that vehicles were not for him.
Hawkgirl quickly spread her wings as well and flapped into the air, indicating that she could fly and did not need a ride.
Deathstroke shook his head and climbed into the sidecar. As a user of Cosmic Energy, could a little magma and Hellfire really trouble him? Don't reject someone's kindness.
At most, it was like soaking in a warm bath.
With only one passenger aboard, the skeleton woman did not waste words.