Psychic abilities were invisible and intangible. After Franklin lowered his hand, he even nodded to Deathstroke to signal that he was finished.
Doreen herself did not feel anything. She was still blinking her eyes.
At that moment, Su Ming pulled out a tube of yellow mustard paste from his waist pouch, squeezed out a suspicious spiral-shaped lump into his palm, and held it out before her.
"Doreen, what do you think this is?"
"A nut!"
The girl blurted out the answer, unconsciously swallowing as well. Through her perception, it was a gleaming golden nut. Although it was a new variety she had never seen before, its essence was still a nut.
"Excellent!"
Su Ming nodded in satisfaction, casually smeared the mustard paste, which looked remarkably like shit, onto Firmament, then projected an image of the Shadow King.
"Then what do you think he is?"
"A nut!"
Squirrel Girl once again gave an answer that satisfied him. Little Rich's ability was extraordinarily effective. The Shadow King was now regarded as squirrel food.
"That'll do, Doreen. Take another sniff. Is that black nut inside Firmament's shadow?" Su Ming put away the projection and pointed toward the enormous shadow nearby, which seemed capable of blotting out the entire universe.
It certainly could be, because Firmament was the conceptual manifestation of the universe, and its shadow was just as large. It trembled gently like a living thing.
It seemed to be calling for something, carrying a strange attraction for humans, as though... it were singing silently.
Squirrels could always find the nuts they wanted to eat. When they wanted acorns, they would never look on a pine tree. Doreen twitched her nose and pointed into the shadow.
"I smell it. That black nut is over there. Follow me."
With that, she ran on all