"Cinnibus, are you guys home?"
Deathstroke spoke to the chaotic clouds before him, but his feet did not move. He merely stood where he was.
Within a metaphysical dimension, forward was not forward, and backward was not backward. Space here only held meaning when its dimensional master needed it to.
Simply put, he could only meet the whole Xibanis family if they were willing to communicate. Otherwise, even entering the Far Realms would be useless.
No matter what, Deathstroke was still the Sorcerer Supreme. The Vishanti's reputation carried some weight.
Space began to flow, instantly moving everyone a vast distance. Yet since space itself had no concrete meaning on this dimensional level, no one could say how far they had traveled.
Perhaps it had been several thousand meters. Perhaps several tens of billions of light-years. Or perhaps they had not moved at all, and only their hearts had.
In any case, in the blink of an eye, the hazy rainbow mist before them faded away, revealing a heavenly landscape. Looking up, they could see Seven Suns hanging overhead; looking down, they saw red earth stretching for thousands of miles.
"Why has Sorcerer Supreme Deathstroke come to our dimension?"
A voice came from above. One of the suns had asked the question, its solar prominences swaying like tentacles. The other three did not need to look up; the image of that sun automatically formed in their minds.
There was nothing especially remarkable about it. It was simply a red sun, with unusually long and flexible solar prominences.
"I came to negotiate terms." The Sorcerer Supreme formed the Vishanti Seal with his hands, looking as though he might call for backup at any moment. "Great Xibanis, someone on Earth has defiled the name of your suns."
"Heh heh, we know, but there