"Damn, that only shattered the eggshell?"
Deathstroke on the ground was clearly conflicted. He scratched his head and looked around. When he realized that neither Kitty was there, Deadpool was gone too, and Elaine was still in the sky, he seemed a little worried.
"So what should I do? Use 'that'?"
What was "that"? He did not say, but as he looked at the figure strolling out of the smoke in the sky, he seemed to have made up his mind.
He reached back and touched Cloak on his back, took a deep breath, then slowly nodded to show that he was ready. The next moment, Cloak carried him soaring into the sky.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived beside Elaine, clearly declaring his intention to fight at her side.
"How is it?"
He asked the girl beside him, though it was unclear exactly what he meant.
"Not bad. I interrupted his transformation process." The girl was clearly more optimistic. There was not a trace of panic on her face. After all, neither side had brought out their real strength yet; they were merely probing each other.
After stepping out of the frozen explosion flames, the Old Man's body gradually took shape. At first, he had merely been something with a vaguely humanoid outline, but now he was turning into... a Black man?
And an extremely black one at that, just like Little Black, the faceless culprit silhouette from Detective Conan. Only when he smiled could anyone see his eyes and teeth.
"Damn. Is this what happens when you fail to reshape your own Source?" Deathstroke shook his head disdainfully and took two steps back, hiding behind Elaine. "What kind of new patch is this? We know you're trying to unify the concept of darkness, but turning into