Not knowing what sort of thoughts were running through Sheriff's mind, Adjutant simply followed orders. She connected to the signal from that world and, without Deathstroke even needing to say it, proactively locked onto New York on Earth.
Don't ask why. Anyway, whenever something happened, it always started in New York. That was a rule much like The Law of 'It Smells So Good'.
This time, the camera seemed to have cut over a little late. The apocalypse had already spread, but fortunately, Su Ming was able to see amid the ruins how people had died.
Unlike the previous universe, where its people and things had been drowned in Black Snow, this time people had found a different way to die.
The shadows on the ground were hunting their owners. Calling it a hunt was putting it mildly, because no person could possibly shake off their own shadow. They merely attacked, then succeeded. Virtually no one could resist them. It was nothing more than a one-sided massacre.
Deathstroke's gaze crossed countless universes and the boundless void, landing on a survivor who was fleeing. This woman was either an athlete or someone who regularly worked out; she had remarkable parkour skills.
The streets were littered with burning cars, and the buildings on both sides had been reduced to wreckage amid explosions and chaos. Yet even in such conditions, the woman could move swiftly through the ruins, climbing high and darting low.
The black bandages extending from her shadow had attacked her several times already, but she had swayed and dodged every strike while keeping up her speed.
But that could not last, because humans had limits, and those limits were often physical. She fled half a block along Fifth Avenue, but the immense strain and exhaustion finally brought her down.
She