"So, do you have a way to completely defeat CAAT now, Mr. Deathstroke?" Farys was somewhat worried. In every version of his memories, CAAT had seemed unbeatable.
"I have a plan—using the Force of Creation—but whether it will work depends on how things play out." Su Ming chuckled and shook his head. "There's no point talking about that now. Go sort through your memories somewhere else first. Though I think one of them will disappear soon."
The sunlight here was nice—bright, but not particularly warm, like a light bulb.
"Then I'll excuse myself for a while. I see a small lake not far away, so I'll go over there." Farys seemed to retain some plant-like habits. He wanted to be near water.
"Go ahead, but be careful. There may be hostile creatures in the water. This is the World of Creation, so it's best to stay cautious."
Since the other man had saved him once, Su Ming had decided to send Farys back in one piece. He couldn't let a good person get the short end of the stick. That was fair trade.
Watching him leave at a brisk pace, Deathstroke took another drag from his cigarette, then looked up at the sun in the sky and spoke.
"TOAA, I know you're watching. Come down and have a chat. I've reached the destination you told me about."
His voice was not loud, but as soon as he finished speaking, the sun in the sky seemed to begin falling. The golden light grew increasingly blinding, and the wind became far more turbulent.
Yet Su Ming remained firmly where he stood. He judged that TOAA had no hostile intent at the moment, so there was no need for any overly obvious defense.
The gold descending from the sky gathered together, as though