The environment was extremely dark—not merely black, but more like it was filled with the concepts of "shadow" and "lightlessness." Any living creature that entered lost its sense of direction and became stranded in an environment resembling the void.
But as long as they had the Cloak of Levitation, Deathstroke and his friends would never be trapped in any dimension.
It was called a divine artifact for good reason. Never mind its inherent Magic Resistance; simply being able to carry people freely in and out of other dimensions was enough to make many Dimensional Demon Gods covet it.
"First, we need to understand the relationship between light and darkness." As Deathstroke had Strangle connect to the two women's neural networks, he projected a classic yin-yang symbol into their minds. "If this sphere is the Omniverse, then it cannot be entirely black, nor can it be entirely white. Light and darkness generate and restrain each other. You contain me, I contain you; they balance each other and constantly change."
With her other hand, Lorna stroked the wrist where Strangle's cold little tendrils had slipped beneath her skin. There was no pain. If anything, she found it rather novel.
Of course, she only found Strangle's ability novel. As for someone drawing diagrams and giving lectures in their minds?
Don't forget that the sisters were Mutants. Professor X was best at talking inside other people's heads.
Battle commands, class announcements, calling people to the cafeteria for meals, urging everyone to turn out the lights and sleep at night—Professor X's legs were inconvenient, so to save himself trouble, he relied on Mental Power broadcasts for everything. Pressing a hand to his temple and using his powers was obviously easier than running around.
Although it had not even been a year since the Brotherhood and