At the edge of what should have been a pitch-black multiverse, lines of every color filled the sky. The light they gave off made the place look like some kind of nightclub, almost brimming with life.
Of course, that was only if one ignored the nightmarish CAAT in the distance. The mere few tentacles it had pressed against the current World Barrier already displayed every detestable trait imaginable.
"Oh, communications have been restored? That was pretty fast." Elaine, holding a small teacup in the void, nodded. She smiled at the projected Adjutant beside her. "I know what Deathstroke is worried about, but have you ever heard the saying that everything is God's arrangement?"
Lucifer was holding back CAAT for now, and Little Franklin had later come over to help. Why did Elaine think she had been stationed at the front lines? Was it merely to supervise the battle?
She might have been young, but that did not mean she, as God, was ignorant. Deathstroke could think of such possibilities, and she, a deity personally watching the battlefield, naturally could as well.
It was precisely because she was certain CAAT would create enforcers to accomplish its goal, yet had no idea what methods it would use, that Elaine remained here, hoping to react the instant things changed.
"I've heard it. Lucifer told Sheriff that many times, though it was that previous Old Man God." The Adjutant nodded, then glanced at the demon wrestling CAAT from afar. He exchanged a look with Little Rich, who was looking over, before continuing to Elaine. "Then I'll take my leave. There is still much to prepare."
"Mhm, go on. After all, I only have two hands." Girl God nodded. CAAT was also an entirely new kind of enemy to her. Without knowing exactly what methods