"Wake up, Kro, my friend. If you can hear me, please open your eyes and look at me."
Strong arms cradled the ugly creature in an embrace. Kneeling on the ground, Ikaris called out to one of the few open-minded leaders among the Deviants, hoping to bring him back as quickly as possible.
Sometimes, willpower could be confused with luck. Take vegetative patients awakened by their loved ones—you could never be sure whether they had heard the call and fought to wake up on their own, or whether some nerve in their brain had simply happened to connect at the right moment, blessed by good fortune.
At any rate, Su Ming felt that this sort of romance-drama awakening method was unlikely to work very well.
This was the Marvel Universe. Either use the most practical electric stimulation, or try something more absurd.
Still, Ikaris really was an old acquaintance of this Deviant.
He had said before that there were now only 101 Eternals. Su Ming had not said anything on the surface, but he did not actually believe it, because there were many Eternals whose existence Ikaris did not know about.
He had died once in ancient times, then been buried by his people. He had lain in his tomb for far too long before being revived—perhaps several thousand, perhaps more than ten thousand years ago—and had missed far too much.
During the time he had been in Long Sleep, the Eternals had fractured terribly. There had not been many of them to begin with, yet they had split into thirteen factions based on geography and personal connections.
Olympia, Arctic City, Exile Zone, Ocean Watch, C'tan Priests, Titanos Monks, Lemuria Diocese, Gaea's Three Sisters, Trickster Gang, Forgotten Ones, Hex, Damocles Foundation, and Unknown Realms.
Su Ming had once thought the