The fountain's flowing water tinkled, but such a minor disturbance would not affect a Super Soldier's hearing. He could hear distant footsteps drawing closer. Some creatures really were approaching from another path.
Under normal circumstances, there was no need for him to draw his Lightsaber. Ordinary monsters could perhaps be erased conceptually with a snap of his fingers.
But the reason he was being so cautious was that the situation was strange. Strangle had caught the other party's scent.
About ten seconds later, the owners of the footsteps appeared. A group emerged from the maze along another path and arrived at this fountain plaza as well.
The biggest problem was that this group was exactly the same as his own. Not only were there another Deathstroke, Zha Kang, ape, and several women, but even the Cloak floating behind them—and the sleeping poses of the two muddleheads lying atop it—were identical.
The other Deathstroke was holding a Lightsaber too. Clearly, he had noticed the problem as well. Both sides froze briefly upon seeing each other. The last time something like this had happened was when Su Ming had first arrived on Earth -11 and met Cindy.
With a faint tug at the corner of his mouth, Su Ming tilted his head, telling everyone to wait where they were while he headed toward the fountain. In the other group, that Deathstroke made the same move. The two gradually met at the fountain.
For the moment, no one spoke. Both Su Mings studied each other, as did the two Symbiotes.
"Looks like this is a little complicated," one of the Su Mings said, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
"Yeah. Maybe from the moment we fell from the House of Mystery into the maze, our different destinies began to unfold." The other