"Another one of these mysterious enemies. What a pain, what a hassle. Why does this gorilla always get dragged into this kind of thing?!"
The gorilla watched the tuft of hair in his hand vanish, like waking from an elusive dream, and sighed.
"If possible, could you stick one of those metal things on the back of my head too? I'm having trouble telling whether what I'm seeing is actually real."
He did not need to say it; Su Ming had already intended to do so.
He did not possess much Tenth Metal, but using a little to safeguard his teammates was a necessary expense.
It was precious, but metal was ultimately just a tool. The value of inanimate objects could never compare to that of family and friends. That was something humans should never forget. Once they did, they were hardly human anymore.
"Alright, after dropping down a level, we're still in New York, but something still seems wrong." Barry rubbed his palms together, watching Deathstroke press thin metal sheets onto his teammates and Albera cast defensive magic over everyone. Then he said, "Where do we go now? I can run again."
The most obvious assumption was that they had fallen downward from where they had been, so to return, they ought to head up.
Yet when they looked overhead, all they could see was a gray sky and narrow slivers of space between towering buildings.
It did not look like there was any path.
"That person just now wasn't Darkseid. I'm guessing he was the Masked Man who abducted you." As though drawn by magnetism, Su Ming's arm automatically returned around The Flash's neck. Hooking the man close, he continued, "If we want to leave, we can do so anytime. I have the Totem and the Sands of