"This place is like a blend of the Underworld, Hell, and a public restroom in a New York subway station."
That was what Albera had said with a cigarette between her lips the last time they arrived at the ruins of Mount Olympus.
A deathly canyon shrouded in thick yellowish-brown miasma, with withered, charred vines blocking the way forward. Fragments of white bones could even be faintly seen beneath the roadside Monoliths. Greek-style faceted columns lay collapsed amid the mist, concealed by mushrooms and lichen.
Su Ming still remembered adding that the place smelled a lot like Gotham's sewers.
"Nothing has changed. The battle between First Born and Olympus killed too many gods here. Their corpses rotted in the Abyss beneath the canyon, constantly releasing miasma."
Bobo lit his pipe, using the tobacco to mask the smell. His dark, beady eyes looked toward the canyon ahead of them—or more precisely, down at the yellow-green mist below.
"Yeah. The last time we came here, we were standing on the ground. Now, the perspective is different."
Deathstroke nodded with a smile, stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and put it away, then raised his mask.
"Last time, we went deep into the canyon to find the seal supporting the world. This time, we're going down from here, deep into the earth, to find the entrance to a dimension."
"That seal reminds me of something, Slade." Donna had also prepared for battle, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Last time, Enchantress said the seal contained the power of Heaven. I'm wondering whether 'my lord' had already begun making arrangements back then."
"Hmm, that's an interesting idea, but it is possible." Su Ming patted her shoulder, her delicate skin slightly cool beneath his hand. "In any case, let's take a look at the seal first.