While Trinity was somewhere indulging in leisure and entertainment as they waited for the outcome, five strange figures were holding a meeting in the distant sky.
More precisely, only four of them were taking part in the discussion. The largest one kept shouting that he was hungry and could not offer any useful opinions at all.
"I believe Deathstroke can do it. Besides, my precious Baby is with him. There is no enemy those two brothers cannot handle." The smallest woman in black hid within the darkness. Beneath her purple hood was only a shadow concealing her face, accompanied by the sound of grinding bones whenever she spoke.
"We are talking about the First Firmament, not an ordinary enemy. It will be very difficult to eliminate him completely without involving ourselves." The man who seemed to be made of starlight spoke with deep concern.
"But if we want to completely escape the destiny entangling us with the First Firmament, we do not have many choices, brother." The woman with gold-and-black skin hid behind a moon-shaped light. "Deathstroke changed Ragnarök, changed the story arranged by the Beyonders, and prevented our disappearance. This series of experiments has proven that he is the only viable choice."
"I know. That is why we can only choose him—the one who changed the Future of old—to change the past, while putting on a show for him. But we owe him a favor, after all. It is not good to scheme against him like this." The starlight man crouched down and rubbed his chin hard. "Besides, I am worried that even if this succeeds, those three will sell us out. Then Deathstroke will come chop me up!"
Thinking of the time Deathstroke had tickled him, he remembered only agony like countless insects gnawing at his heart, along