"Strange. What was that thing I sensed just now?"
After retracting the Black Sun, lifting the spatial isolation, and returning to the normal space of the Main Dimension universe, Su Ming did not leave immediately. He stared at the headless corpse floating before him and silently pondered.
Something had slipped away. Had its memories escaped? Had it left of its own accord, or had some existence extracted it?
"Eek?"
Strangle had eaten the other party's head and gained no additional intelligence, but it had at least gotten a meal, so it was in a good mood. It was asking its host whether he had felt something similar when Perpetua was killed last time.
It seemed to remember that he had not, but it was a Symbiote and did not possess the human so-called sixth sense.
"No. Or maybe I was farther away back then. I only approached after Thought Robot hammered her to death." Deathstroke wrapped himself in an invisible shield made of Quantum Concepts, then took out a cigarette and lit it, mainly so he could smoke in a vacuum. "For now, we can confirm that the Hand of Creation has physical bodies. They're creatures of flesh and blood."
"Eek."
Strangle said that was perfectly normal. Most Concept Manifestations were material beings, weren't they? Only the very highest ones were exceptions.
Oh, Dream was also an exception under certain circumstances. He could exist without a physical body—after all, he was a dream.
"The Void, The Source, Supreme God, and the Over-Monitor form DC's highest trinity." Su Ming took a drag, exhaling a smoke ring that struck the invisible barrier and dispersed. "God and the Over-Monitor have physical forms, while the other two do not. Perhaps that is some kind of balance."
"Eek."
The stars glittered brilliantly throughout the cosmic