The enormous golden sphere enclosing New York City slowly rose into the air, while the space around it trembled violently, like the pain of some animal giving birth.
The Space Cutting had been completed, but sending the whole thing into another dimensional layer was still somewhat difficult, especially with enemies inside this knockoff Totality constantly causing trouble and trying to break free.
Most of the heroes evacuated from the city were doing alright. Quite a few, however, had gathered around Iron Man to comfort him, because his parents' bodies had not been teleported out. Tony's arms were still held in the posture of embracing his parents, as though he never wanted to let go.
He stared blankly in New York's direction. Without his armor's helmet, he should not have been able to see anything from this distance, but he still wanted to look.
Deathstroke was waiting for a response from Little Wong. If Vishanti was ready, he would toss the sphere over there and let the demon gods settle matters among themselves. He could just follow along and pick up an assist.
But Little Wong brought bad news. He had lost contact with Vishanti. Neither traditional magic nor postmodern paper-burning could get a response from them.
He suspected Vishanti might be in some special environment at the moment. Perhaps his magical ability was insufficient, so he suggested that Deathstroke have Monark or the Ancient One give it a try.
"It has nothing to do with that. I probably know where they are now. If they're unavailable, then forget it." Deathstroke sighed, turned, and rose into the air. Using a massive loudspeaker formed by Strangle, he addressed the crowd. "Everyone, I'm about to take a little trip with those monsters. Enemies like the Dark Elves and angels will be left to