"All right, I know you're thinking of humanity as a race, but don't make the atmosphere so dark and terrifying."
Ancient One smiled and shook her head as she picked up a spicy strip. She was very satisfied with her successor. Deathstroke's only flaw was perhaps that he was too ruthless, utterly unconcerned with the lives of nonhuman creatures.
But in truth, many creatures on Earth were connected to the Vishanti. Leopards had the Leopard God behind them, tigers had the Tiger God behind them, and behind the Atlanteans... oh, they counted as a surviving, mutated branch of Earth's Eternals. Tracing their origins back, they were Celestials' test subjects. Never mind, then.
As the Sorcerer Supreme, it was only right to be a little ruthless. After all, without enough ruthlessness, one could not stand firm. If their fists were not big enough, the demons would have conquered the Main Dimension long ago.
Having power was one thing; knowing how to use it to intimidate enemies was another. His successor had clearly done very well in that regard—he had even surpassed his master.
At least, Ancient One had to admit that during her tenure, the demons and Dimensional Demon Gods had never truly feared her. They had merely feared the Vishanti.
As for Deathstroke, even without the Vishanti stepping in, he could now frighten most Dimensional Demon Gods into collapsing helplessly to the ground.
Perhaps he had surpassed the Vishanti long ago.
"Understood, Master." Su Ming tempered the smile on his face, as though the person who had just been eagerly hoping to see the Atlanteans rebel so he could use them to temper humanity had been someone else. "But I thought you called me here just to catch up. Now, though, it seems you've invited other people too?"
She was