The Lightsaber struck, and the mirror-like surface before them cracked open like a waterfall. A violent spatial disturbance swept over them, sucking the flying carpet and its passengers inside like a toilet.
All they felt was a blur before their eyes, and then they found themselves above a bustling metropolis. It was nighttime, yet traffic and crowds could be seen everywhere.
"Is this New York?" Wade stood up on the flying carpet, shading his eyes as he looked toward the distant coastline. Sure enough, he saw the Statue of the Goddess holding her torch aloft. "I didn't expect there to be something like this inside the cube—"
He spoke as he turned around, but there was no longer any mirror-like wall behind them. There was only another stretch of night scenery.
"Adjutant? Are you there?"
Su Ming, having removed his mask, remained calm. He first tapped his ear, trying to contact the Adjutant.
"..."
There was still no response, but that told him enough. He was still on the enemy's turf.
He nodded and patted the Cloak, signaling it to find somewhere to land. There was a human city here, so they could go down and see what universe this was first.
They still had no idea who the mysterious enemy they needed to face this time was, but judging from what the other side had shown before, having a private universe of its own was perfectly normal.
Deathstroke had never believed that just because he could do something, no one else could. The universe was vast; capable people could emerge from anywhere.
Whether this world was locked inside the cube or not, it seemed fairly well developed.
The Cloak of Levitation obeyed, delivering everyone into an alley. Su Ming had Strangle transform into a suit, then gestured for the