"I'm ready!"
Illyana's long hair fluttered in the wind as she practically itched to move. She was ready to enter her demon form at any moment and fight the enemy.
As the towering structure that seemed to hold up the sky opened its gates to them, she slowly adjusted her breathing. The hot blood of a warrior race seemed to be burning within her, making her chest feel hot.
Yet Su Ming beside her had no intention of entering the tower. His cowboy outfit twisted and shifted in color, and in the blink of an eye, he had changed back into his black-and-yellow armor. The Red Goggles on his mask flared to life.
He raised his head and examined the Dark Tower for a moment, then transformed the Godslayer Lightsaber in his hand into a megaphone. Holding it to his mouth, he shouted:
"Creator God Gan, I'm here to negotiate!"
Magik blinked. There it was—the teacher's negotiation routine had appeared again!
But could this tower really respond?
His voice entered the open Doorway of the Dark Tower, and echoes rolled back from the darkness:
"Negotiate!"
"Conditions!"
"...tions!"
But that was not a real response. Gan was the Dark Tower, and the tower was the Creator God. If it still possessed reason, it should not refuse Deathstroke's terms.
Su Ming lowered the megaphone and turned it back into a weapon, shrugging at Magik beside him.
"We can't enter this tower. Otherwise, it means entering Gan's body. He is the Creator God of this multiverse and one pole of this world's black-and-white cycle. If we enter this tower, it means entering his cycle. The next second, we'll appear at the start of the journey, and everything will have to begin again."
"I hate this game." Magik froze for a moment, then put