The Elemental Monsters in this dimension had intelligence, which was good news. At least they were smart enough to feel fear and flee in panic before the Yellow Lantern Corps.
That saved a lot of trouble. Minions were easy to fight, but fighting too many of them was tiring.
Especially monsters like Thing. There were practically no valuable parts on them at all, so fighting them was nothing but a losing proposition.
As "Good Days" began to play, everyone got pretty pumped. Though only a few could understand the chinese lyrics, the cheerful, festive melody was universal to humans. Being able to feel emotion through music was one of humanity's shared traits.
After a few rounds of drinks, just as Cheetah grabbed her own tail and began doing a twerking dance, She-Ra announced that they had reached their destination.
With no monsters blocking the way, the flying car had been quite useful.
The Grandma Yang Type Vehicle slowly descended, the vector thrusters beneath its chassis kicking up a ring of dust like a gray mist.
Everyone got out and examined what Deathstroke had been looking for. The faint glow emerging from the Sword Vigor pointed toward them like an arrow, flashing repeatedly to offer hints.
Naturally, those who did not know the truth wore different expressions.
"What is this junk?" Luthor, being a scientist, spoke first. He shook his head disdainfully. "A graveyard for discarded airships? Worthless."
Just as he said, the place the Power of Grayskull had led them to was a small valley filled with the wreckage of numerous vessels. But a closer look revealed that cables were still tied to those broken ships, connecting them to their respective shriveled giant balloons.
"These are literal 'flying ships.' The principle is simply tying a ship beneath a balloon. Simple,