The Flaming Skull wreathed in fire departed, and the coast was once again plunged into darkness. As the deep Nightfall descended, the group fell silent for the moment.
The seawater slapped against the breakwater in a steady rhythm, sometimes resonating with a person's heartbeat. The chill of the night seeped into their hearts, while their thoughts seemed to drift away with the tide.
But Bobo was the first to come back to his senses. Hugging the Orange Cat, he hopped over to Deathstroke's side. He first looked at the dead Black Maggot, then raised his head toward the Mercenary.
"How did you know his name was Makka Pakka?"
"That wasn't his name. I just said it casually." Su Ming took a deep breath and withdrew his gaze from that patch of space. He could not use Dark Concepts to determine where the Record Keeper had gone. That fellow was far more powerful than the Watcher on Marvel's side. "Bobo, what do you make of those three names?"
Holding the Orange Cat tightly to stop it from eating the chunks of corpse nearby, the ape frowned and thought for a moment as he tried to feel around for the pipe in his coat.
But the drooling Orange Cat was far beyond an ape's ability to restrain. It kept struggling and meowing at the 'Cowardice' corpse as though it absolutely had to have a taste.
"You're holding a cat wrong." Hela was the one who came over to rescue Bobo. She grabbed the cat by the scruff of its fate, and Chewie immediately went limp. "Go ahead and talk. Ignore this naughty kitty. I'll find something else for it to eat."
The Orange Cat was huge and fat, and Bobo felt as though it weighed nearly as much as he did. Now