After the Dimensional Demon Gods' meeting at Fair Trade ended, Cinnibus sent Deathstroke and the others back to Earth. Everyone was still sitting on the sofa draped with beautiful blankets, and Ian was still standing off to the side.
Steam still rose slowly from the Black Tea in their cups, and the cookie crumbs Orange Cat had bitten apart had not yet hit the floor. If they could not still clearly recall the words of the Seven Days, they might have believed they had never left.
But that was only how the three people and one cat felt. Deathstroke, who possessed the Time Stone, knew perfectly well that this was nothing difficult.
Cinnibus had merely returned them to the Time Point when they had left.
They were Dimensional Demon Gods who wielded light. They had said before that light was a form of energy, and anything that was energy could be plugged into formulas involving speed and mass. Perhaps many people did not understand the Mystery of magic, but they should at least know something about relativity.
"Not bad. Things went fairly smoothly." Su Ming patted his thigh and stood, first glancing at the mirror in the shop to make sure there was no difference in color between his face and neck. "Our enemies do not want to operate in darkness, so they will have to act in broad daylight. If Cinnibus finds any trace of those black-robed people, they will notify me."
The sunlight in the dimension of Kindness and Enlightenment had been far too intense, with ultraviolet radiation seriously exceeding the limit. Even if it would not hurt a Symbiote host, that did not mean he could not get tanned.
Fortunately, his neck and face were still the same color, and the others had not changed much either.