Wanda was stunned. It was precisely because she knew what level of existence the Old Ones were that she was astonished someone could kill one of their avatars with physical attacks.
As for Lorna, she could not understand any of this at all, so she simply did not want to. At the moment, she was grinning foolishly at her phone through the Adjutant's multiversal Internet, probably watching how people in another world were praising her.
As they spoke, Cloak carried the group into Black Death Prison. A cold, sinister wind immediately blew against them, and the world around them instantly darkened.
Deathstroke had previously said there was not even a single hair here, but that was actually wrong. This Hell was filled with an enormous number of bones. Rather, there was nothing here except bones.
Pale bones lay piled everywhere like layers of gravel, while the red moon in the sky shrouded everything in a bizarre and eerie atmosphere.
"This is wrong, this is all wrong! Most exalted Sorcerer Supreme, something terrible has happened!"
The little demon, who had never given his true name and thus no one knew what to call him, curled into a ball. Trembling with fear, he rolled over on the flying carpet and repeatedly kowtowed to Deathstroke.
"When I sneaked in here last time, it didn't look like this! It really wasn't my fault! I wouldn't dare lie to you! Please don't kill me!"
Bathed in the sinister moonlight, Deathstroke knew this was not the guide's fault. It was simply that times had changed.
He raised a hand to signal Cloak to slow down, then jumped off the flying carpet. A lightsaber extended from his palm as he surveyed the surroundings.
"Shut up, you useless trash. I'll settle accounts with you later."
Yes, that was