Transforming into Knull was practically slimming down. Deathstroke had never been the absurdly muscle-bound type like Superman, but Knull was truly skin and bones, like a firewood stick.
Now Su Ming had to get used to this body, or else his limbs felt uncoordinated.
The only sound in the pitch-black underground space was Strangle eating. Cloak draped limply over Deathstroke's shoulders, clearly a little envious, but these Dark Celestials had died after exhausting their energy. There was nothing here that it liked to eat.
"Have some gems." Su Ming pulled out a handful of colorful stones, lifted the edge of Cloak, and let it wrap them up. "By the way, even though I've asked many times, you still can't remember whether you have anything to do with the Absolute Protoss?"
The collar of the Cloak of Levitation swayed from side to side. While it sucked on the gems, it used another corner to write on the Sorcerer Supreme's back.
It truly did not remember. From the moment it gained awareness and began forming memories, it had already been at Kamar-Taj. In the earliest days, the Ancient One had worn it several times, but later, she found wearing a cloak over monk's robes too cumbersome and stopped using it.
Cloak had remained in the display case at the New York Sanctum Sanctorum ever since, serving as an unofficial security guard there.
If he wanted to know whether it was related to the Absolute Protoss, Deathstroke would be better off asking the Ancient One directly, even though she had previously claimed that she had picked it up while wandering the universe.
But Cloak thought she was lying. A Magic Relic as powerful as itself was not some roadside pebble that could be picked up casually.
"What a pity. If you were connected