But they were disappointed.
Although they had all expected to hear some beast's howl, a monster's death throes, or the sound of a rectal cancer patient farting, Deathstroke not only truly knew how to play the suona, he played it very well.
Even though what he held was the Horn of Judgment Day, it was simpler than a suona, since it had no finger holes to press. He could adjust the tune purely through the strength of his breath.
Deathstroke was, after all, a martial arts Master. His control over his own breathing was far beyond that of ordinary people. Even without using any superpowers, playing an instrument was a piece of cake.
"Huh? It actually worked." Deadpool rubbed his eyes, as though he could not believe his Cousin had any artistic talent in him.
Kitty had initially been somewhat surprised as well, but now it understood. Its tail swayed as it said, "All right, Deathstroke has always been an unpredictable man. It makes sense for him to know an instrument or two. Let's talk business, Gabriel. Are you sure this horn truly could not be sounded before today?"
"Yes. Dream, when I was still in Heaven, I tried it almost every day. Not once did it make a sound." The long-haired, bearded man pointed at his chest, his expression growing even more astonished. "I think my lung capacity is decent, but this seems to have nothing to do with airflow. It is only about—"
"Only about timing, right?"
Kitty narrowed its eyes again, but it did not continue. It was crouched on the sofa, playing with a spring.
"Yes, it seems today is Last Day." Gabriel took over, and there was now a sense of relief in his voice. "So Elaine was right after all?"
Hearing that, Kitty immediately