It was nighttime now. Visiting hours had long since ended, and Tokyo Tower was utterly quiet. From here, though, they could see the brightly lit Minato Ward and the bustling splendor of Ginza.
Not bad. This was perhaps what the warmth of mortal life looked like. It fell a little short of Gotham, but Gothamites could not always be the ones making sacrifices.
Cosmic had decreed that Gotham would be a place of sedimentation, using Batwoman's existence to draw all the world's lunatics there. The purpose was to prevent darkness and madness from leaking out and ensure the Earth continued to function stably.
But it was still too cruel for the people of one city to keep making sacrifices no one knew about. Today, it was time for the little devils to sacrifice for humanity too.
"Don't be too impulsive, Slade. You don't have to indulge her in everything. We've spoiled our little sister."
A gentle female voice suddenly sounded behind him. A pale-skinned woman walked out of the darkness behind them with an umbrella in hand. She reached out and brushed away the hand that had been wildly clutching Deathstroke, then stepped between the two of them.
"Don't kill anyone, because I can take you to Mother Night too."
The one who had come was Death, but not entirely her, because she now had footsteps, body heat, and breath. What had arrived was a living, breathing person.
"I thought you were restricted." Su Ming was a little pleasantly surprised. If Death was willing to lead the way, she was obviously more trustworthy. "And don't you only get one day a year to rest as a human?"
Clearly, she had found a loophole in the rules. As the Concept Manifestation of Death, she was indeed bound by her duties and