"Looks like our enemies have started moving."
Su Ming watched Sif board the carriage. The woman picked a relatively clean spot to sit, then gave Dr. Banner a reserved smile, but the four people and one cat hidden above them were not smiling.
They had analyzed it before. Those black-robed figures were likely planning to use everyone who entered the dimension to "make a horror movie." Obviously, once everyone out in the open had entered, filming had begun.
To Deathstroke, who controlled the Dark Tower Universe, these monsters were not particularly terrifying. Both the atmosphere and the monsters' appearances were merely average, more like villains from a tokusatsu show.
But horror movies often started this way. When people found a Cockroach in the kitchen, there was actually already a whole nest somewhere out of sight.
"We need to leave this dimension as soon as possible and find the others." Carol propped her chin on her fist and pressed her lips together. "Whether the enemy's target is Star-Lord or the sisters Gamora and Nebula, they should be the main event in a horror movie, so I don't think they'll face a life-or-death crisis right away."
"That makes sense. Like saving the best food in your bowl for last." Deathstroke chuckled and turned to the female pilot, challenging her with a question. "But there's another kind of person, one who eats the best things in their bowl first. How can you be sure our enemy isn't like that?"
Carol tilted her head to think, gently stroking the Orange Cat's fur with her free hand.
"You can tell from the fact that Sif was the first to be attacked, right? She isn't the weakest among us, nor is she the strongest; she isn't the oldest or the youngest; she isn't a person of