"How's it going? Come eat something."
On the second morning by Earth time, Deathstroke brought fried dough sticks and soy milk to visit the Antarctic Sanctum Sanctorum. He was in a pretty good mood today, and even the ends of his sentences rose slightly.
After passing through one security door after another, then walking through hundreds of layers of magical barriers with Cloak's help, he looked at the two Mages sitting cross-legged on the floor.
Floating in midair before them was some ghostly thing. It was roughly circular, yet covered in countless irregular angles and depressions. One side emitted light while the other absorbed it. It looked both like an aggregate of energy and like matter, clearly something that should not exist in reality.
The Mage in the green cloak sat very upright, cross-legged with his hands resting on his knees. His gaze behind the iron mask remained fixed on the sphere. Even when a plastic cup of hot soy milk was tucked into his arms, his eyes did not waver in the slightest. "As you can see, we're waiting. This crystallization process is much slower than Doom anticipated. All we can do now is wait, watch it, and not leave."
"Because it possesses uncertainty, Master. Thank you for bringing breakfast." Kaecilius gave a more specific explanation. He too sat cross-legged beside Doom, with several cigarette butts piled on the floor next to him. "Like Schrödinger's Cat, without 'observation,' it may produce other outcomes. And here, it's as though we have countless cats."
"Countless possibilities?"
Su Ming folded his arms and circled the glowing object once. He lightly tapped his eyepatch with a finger, producing faint thudding sounds as though he were considering something.
But then he shook his head, no longer dwelling on it, and simply said, "Then keep