Su Ming had not bothered counting how many floors the building had. He simply flew up along the stairwell and had Strangle sense where any living people might be.
Though the Blood King looked like a skinned Alien, with not only a deformed head but also a long tail and all sorts of strange flesh fused with machinery, he still had a heart—a powerful black heart. It was proof that he was a living creature, and its vibrations could be detected by a Symbiote.
The building had been hit by neutron extermination rays, and the minions had all melted into bloody water. At first, the corpses still vaguely resembled human bodies, but by the time Deathstroke reached the teens, all he could see were collapsed heaps of bone and flesh pulp.
Besides the black crystal clusters, the building was filled with decorations that would have pleased Khorne and Nurgle. Their themes revolved around the relationship between slaughter and love. If Harley had come here, she surely would have been able to analyze a great many things from them.
Unfortunately, although Su Ming had previously received a complete set of knowledge about oil painting from behind That Door in DC, he could appreciate the unconventional beauty reflected in these twisted decorations and totems, yet he could not feel that frenzied desire.
He was calm, as always. Though countless mad thoughts churned in his heart and mind, the difference between madmen and ordinary people lay in whether they could control themselves.
"Uh, I really don't know what the people who lived here in the past were thinking." Magik looked at a statue in the corner of the stairwell. It was a mottled, bloody skeleton wrapped in a mass of wires and cables. Was it some kind of router?
"They had no thoughts.