One thing about tactical hand signals was universal across all countries: indicating direction.
Whether with a few fingers or the whole hand, pointing somewhere meant the teammates should advance. It was that simple.
In the darkness, no one knew how far away anything was, or whether distance even existed here. When the three of them wanted to head toward another light source, they seemed to arrive there as soon as the thought crossed their minds.
And so, the three witnessed the rise of another god—a cosmic silhouette remarkably similar to the Seventh Firmament, yet more powerful and more ferocious.
He radiated intense blue light. He had no legs but four arms, and his head resembled a long, narrow skull, like a stag's head with its antlers removed, except there was only one enormous eye in the middle of his brow.
"First Firmament."
Seeing him appear, Su Ming raised an eyebrow and spoke his name. This terrifying thing was the First Firmament, which had been destroyed long ago but had now revived because Infinity and Eternity had fused once more.
The exact reason for its revival remained unknown, but Deathstroke had anticipated it long ago.
Because this was Marvel, and Murphy's Law was exceptionally reliable here. Whenever you worried that something might worsen, that bad thing would definitely happen.
The more crises there were, the more stories there were, and that was why the universe had meaning in the first place.
Su Ming felt that, since he lived here, it was only normal to pay Marvel a little rent. But he did not want to pay it at a time like this, because it was rather inconvenient.
"So this is the First Firmament?" Franklin jumped out of his uncle's arms and looked at the giant that seemed to have crawled out