The Shangri-La of old, now a desert of death.
In the battle against Hecate, the Witch Mother had turned this sacred plateau near the southern foothills of the Himalayan Mountains directly into a sea of yellow sand, even creating a Raven Reaper in an attempt to control one link in the cycle of reincarnation.
The elevation here was relatively high, so the Great Flood had not affected it. Perhaps this was the only desert still existing on Earth at present.
Watching Bobo direct the Shadowpact members at work, Su Ming, Diana, and Green Arrow sat together atop a nearby dune, leisurely having a tea party.
Oliver had no idea where Deathstroke had gotten a piece of cloth, nor how he had produced such a pile of food and drink to spread across it. Everything was full of exotic flair, flavors he had never tasted before.
It was just that a large stretch of the surrounding desert was black, and the breeze occasionally carried a faint fishy odor that felt very strange to him.
Diana helplessly held up a beautiful little teacup, blew on the steam rising from its surface, and sighed. "I wonder how the Justice League is doing. Is it really okay for us to be drinking tea here?"
Su Ming was still dressed as Zorro. He sat relaxed on the cloth with his legs crossed, cradling his teacup. "I thought you'd like tea after living in the United Kingdom for so many years."
"But no matter how I look at it, the situation doesn't seem good. Do we really have time for this?" Diana asked, puzzled.
The fake Zorro wiped the little mustache above his lips, raised his teacup for a sip, then sighed contentedly and looked toward the horizon.
"Our top priority is activating the Magic Circle