Well, whether it was airsickness or simply seeing too many shocking things in too short a time, Deathstroke's teammates all threw up. Even Zatanna was no exception.
Su Ming could only have the flying carpet rise higher so they could lean over its edges and vomit freely onto the red earth below.
With his superhuman vision, he could see that after the vomit hit the ground, fleshy tumors or mushroom-like growths quickly sprouted from it. Clearly, this land bestowed powerful life upon even half-digested vomit.
That was how the Old Ones' power worked. Perhaps a little of it could grant immortality, but once it exceeded a certain threshold, it became cancer or tumors, warping and twisting both living and nonliving things.
Compared to the Hand of the Void far away in Multiverse 2, the Old Ones' ginger seemed considerably spicier. That was only natural; after all, their history stretched far further back than that black thing.
Even though Su Ming considered his willpower strong, the successive sounds of vomiting behind him still made him somewhat nauseated.
Human emotions really were contagious, and other things seemed to spread as well. For example, when a group of people had nothing to do and one person started nodding off, the others would gradually begin getting sleepy too.
"Finished vomiting?" Su Ming sat cross-legged on Cloak, smoking a cigarette in one hand while rubbing Diana's back with the other. "Hurry up and get it out. Once we see Luthor, don't puke anymore, or he'll laugh at you."
"Bleurgh." Cheetah had entered the dry-heaving stage. There did not seem to be much in her stomach, only a little bitter yellow fluid. "Luthor is the one asking for help. If anyone should be embarrassed, it's him. Bleurgh!"
Cheetah had actually wanted to hold on, but when