Snap!
The green light instantly receded, and the world returned to its fluorescent blue palette. Deathstroke lightly clenched his fist, and the enormous book slammed shut.
Yet faced with his teammates' expectant gazes nearby, he did not speak right away. Instead, he pinched his chin and stood there thinking for a moment, as though savoring something.
His gaze shifted to the Record Keeper hanging in midair nearby. The burning Flaming Skull was looking at him as well. Neither said anything; they simply met each other's eyes calmly.
"Well? Slade, did you find anything?" Monark was still the first to approach. Somewhat worried, he reached out and poked Deathstroke's arm. Only after discovering that he would not be shocked or bitten did he relax and continue, "What exactly happened? Say something already."
As an old comrade-in-arms, he had never seen Deathstroke think for so long. In all the crises they had faced before, even one second of thought from the Sorcerer Supreme could be considered exceedingly cautious.
And now? Deathstroke was standing there gazing affectionately into a skull's eyes. Monark was worried that Slade might have been brainwashed by that book.
"Hmm, how should I put this? To explain it in the simplest and crudest terms, I suppose I saw The Source." Deathstroke waved for him not to come so close. He was not weak enough to need support. "The Source's form of existence was different from what I had imagined. It was a bit unexpected."
As he spoke, he raised the huge book in his hand and fanned himself with it as though it were a fan, indicating that the secret truly lay within. Little Rich's earlier deduction had been right—this book really had substance.
Su Ming did not know how to describe its form of existence or the extraordinary