"I wonder how Earth-0 is doing."
The gorilla squatted worriedly on Deathstroke's shoulder, wisps of blue smoke from his pipe twisting in the wind. "My bar has plenty of technological tools too, like the sink used for washing dishes. If it got 'reverted' as well, the Cockroach Prophet trapped inside might escape."
The Cockroach Prophet was, after all, still a cockroach. And since the bar was in the food service business, having cockroaches crawling everywhere would be rather unpleasant.
"Relax, isn't your Little Bartender still at the bar?" Su Ming looked around casually. The current Cube contained a medieval world, which was a good thing.
Pralaya and the Gods of Oblivion were all beings recorded in ancient histories. Simply put, the older something was, the closer it was to them in a certain sense.
This was not a matter of physical distance, but temporal difference. They were certainly not hiding in the Material World, but somewhere at a higher level. Using the Timeline to catch them might be the only way.
The bad news was that Pralaya knew this as well. She and her lackey children were also making a big fuss with the Timelines.
Both sides' battlefronts would lie within an immeasurable Timeline, which meant many things could become unpredictable. As a tactical planner, unpredictability was not a word Su Ming liked.
As had been said before, Pralaya had come prepared.
By targeting the Timelines, she had clearly calculated that both Deathstroke and Batwoman would be constrained in such an environment. Even if she had underestimated the role of Quantum Concepts and had previously had her identity exposed by his scheme, she still held the advantage.
But it was like playing military chess: once you knew where the opposing commander was, things became much easier.
"Tracy is still young,