The mastermind who had used the Void Box to disturb the Dream Realm and manipulate the coup had been assassinated by them.
Never mind how much upheaval this would cause...
Besides, the Void Box was still here.
"Of course we're going to the basement to look for 'Mr. Box.'"
Iver smiled. "If we're lucky, we might not even have to fight."
"You're going to send it into the Dream Realm?"
Sherlock instantly guessed what Iver was thinking.
They now had a way to enter the Dream Realm—and the Swan King had actually possessed the qualifications to become a god long ago. It was just that the ritual had yet to be completed, leaving him stuck at this stage and sealed away.
The so-called Breaking the Cocoon into a Butterfly.
The Swan King had been forcibly dragged out by the Earl of Orleans during the "breaking the cocoon" process. The Earl had kept him barely alive, preventing him from dying completely. It was like replacing all of a person's internal organs with machines before they had become brain-dead, then keeping them unconscious without allowing true brain death to occur.
If they killed the Swan King, they could send him into the Dream Realm. The problem was that he had already lost his conscious will and acted entirely through his subconscious... so he might resist out of a survival instinct.
A god's resistance while asleep—Sherlock didn't dare imagine what kind of catastrophe that would cause.
But if they sent him directly into the Dream Realm, wouldn't that bypass the problem?
Iver didn't respond to Sherlock. He merely smiled, patted the hand gripping Sherlock's staff, and gestured for him to go take care of his business first.
Sherlock sighed. "Perhaps everyone in the Hermes family is simply destined to be overworked..."
He wasn't