"You're here. Sigh."
The black Meatball trembled, letting out a booming voice with an echo as though it came with its own sound system.
But in Deathstroke's eyes, it looked more like a tumor growing in this space. As it trembled, the entire world began shaking violently.
"Holy crap! Could this be DC's former God?" Deadpool rubbed his eyes with both hands. After confirming he wasn't seeing things, he immediately sidled up to Deathstroke and began chattering. "This is way too dark. It's black enough to be a ball. Are you sure it isn't one of the Old Ones? Those tentacles look disgusting, and they've even got hairs on them, like spider legs."
Most tentacles were slick and slimy, but these resembled the roots of black plants and made one's skin crawl just by looking at them.
The Black Ball's trembling seemed to carry a peculiar rhythm. A single glance at it made one feel as though a stone had been stuffed into one's heart.
"No, it isn't one of the Old Ones." Deathstroke was observing the Black Ball as well, though not merely with his eyes. "It doesn't have that blind, idiotic madness. I can sense a peculiar order."
This world was still Old Man God's territory, his new divine kingdom. No one had any home-field advantage here. Even though the old man no longer had arms or legs, he still exerted tremendous pressure.
"Be careful, Deathstroke." Kitty left with the lion. The two felines apparently intended to circle around behind them in secret. "If things really go wrong, call for me. You can hide in the dream."
If the battle did not go well, they could still flee. Then they could see whether Mother Night and Lucifer could be asked to lend a hand. That might improve their