Deathstroke said that because the words on the sign were in Chinese, and aliens did not use "kilometers" as a unit of distance. Clearly, someone had written it for him not long ago to point him in the right direction.
There were probably only a few people capable of meddling with the White Hot Room, so TOAA must have finally noticed his arrival. It was just putting on airs, refusing to come greet him and instead making Deathstroke go find it.
These were trivial matters. Su Ming did not care much for such formalities. He disliked others kneeling before him, and he would not kneel before anyone else.
"Let's go. Thirty-seven kilometers is just one step."
With that, he walked through the door, only to discover that this so-called one step was a little difficult. Beyond the door lay a sheer cliff. Peering down, he saw a three-dimensional maze of red and black.
Looking up, he found maze entrances less than thirty centimeters above his head. Naturally, there was another maze across the cliff in front of him as well.
"So this is the 'Abyss' of the Marvel Omniverse, meow? I've learned something new." Kitty sat upright on Deathstroke's shoulder, mist spilling from its mouth and spreading toward the maze entrances. "Wait a moment. I'll find the way for you."
"You can do that too?" Su Ming took a whiff of Kitty as thanks.
"Others might find this hard to understand, but you should get it. Dream actually possesses the attribute of 'direction.'" Kitty wiped its face with a paw, checking whether Deathstroke's saliva had gotten on it as it spoke.
"I understand." Standing at the cliff's edge and looking down at the black-and-red maze, Deathstroke said, "Like time, it also has direction."
The maze itself was black, while the