The group followed the decayed, warped black staircase down toward the basement, as though they were walking into the stomach of some beast. The fishy stench rising from below was magnified countless times over.
No one knew what lay underground, but since Deathstroke said Luthor was hiding at this spatial node, it had to be true.
So no one raised any objections. They simply followed him step by step.
Cheetah shifted back into human form. It was hard to say how much fighting strength she had left, so in addition to Little Zatanna, Diana now had one more person to protect.
The key was that Minerva did not seem grateful for it. She always felt she did not need protection and seemed unwilling to rely on Little Dai.
In the blink of an eye, just as they descended the not-particularly-long staircase and should have reached the basement, their surroundings suddenly opened up. They stood outside a run-down gas station, with an endless black desert behind them, every single grain of sand black.
The gas station looked as if it had been built in the 1930s, then abandoned for a very long time. Its paint was peeling, and the whole place was weathered and dilapidated.
But the crucial issue was that there was no sign of the Old Ones' corruption here. It could be said that this place was astonishingly "clean."
"Wait, Slade, why is there a gas station beneath a store's basement?" The Flash turned in place and rose onto his toes to look into the distance. Naturally, he saw the black desert and the highway that seemed to stretch straight into the sky. "This place is way too big. Has physics been scrapped?"
"No. We went through the store's stairs and entered another layer of dreams. This layer is