Wally was the fastest, but he was smart too. He knew he couldn't help at all when it came to souls, much less talk to dogs.
So he ran off to do good deeds, such as helping the souls here rebuild their homes, then heading back into Eden, whose gates stood open behind them, to look for food.
Those fruits didn't look tasty, but at least they could fill their stomachs, right?
Donna headed in another direction. She went to ask around for information. In her view, the local inhabitants should know this place best, so she could ask what dogs had arrived recently.
Shazam was somewhat lost when it came to the mission. He didn't know what he should do, and even the souls here were afraid of his exaggerated bodybuilder physique. After wandering around for a few laps, he found a spot, pulled out his game console again, and simply gave up.
As for Bobo, it was even simpler. He had no intention of setting out at all. He just squatted on Deathstroke's shoulder, smoking with him.
After all, his role was Deathstroke's external intelligence pack and strategist for discussing matters.
"Hiss, phew~~~~" The ape exhaled a cloud of smoke, narrowed his eyes, and spoke as though reminiscing about the past. "Slade, did you know I can talk to dogs too?"
There was light in the Fifth Heaven, but the white light falling from overhead seemed hazy, as though the lamp were covered in a thick layer of dust.
"Hm? You had that ability too? I've never heard you mention it before." Su Ming was smoking as well. He hadn't gone looking for dogs either, because that was really Gabriel's job. He found a broken wall, sat down, and enjoyed his cigarettes and liquor.
Bobo curled his lips