The National Gallery

After that little interaction, I figured silence was probably going to be the best course of action for the rest of our walk to the National Gallery.

Strangely enough, Wildthing actually seemed to relax a little bit as the silence went on.

She lost some of the tightness in her walk and almost seemed… happy…

Well, as happy as a seven-foot-tall monster with prehensile tails could look happy, anyway.

In time we reached the meeting point, and as expected there was a group of villains already there waiting to meet with us.

First and foremost, the scariest of the lot, Paramount was there among the group.

As expected from the so-called master of magnetism, his outfit once again consisted of a series of metal plates that floated just above the surface of his body, though this time it was much more angular and fitted than before.