The Lords of Order trapped outside were far from idle. After a brief discussion, they scattered into action.
No one knew how they did it, but they punched and kicked at the air. Wherever they struck, space shattered like glass, revealing the white void beneath reality—a nothingness like a blank sheet of paper.
Trees, ground, sky, and sunlight alike seemed like images painted on glass. They cracked, then shattered.
"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"
Barry moved closer. After Diana had left with the two women, Blue Devil, acting as regent, had hurried off as well, saying he needed to arrange shelter for the civilians. He was already nowhere to be seen.
Deathstroke had remained silent the whole time, simply standing there and watching the sky. That worried The Flash.
He seemed to have turned into a statue. Even his breathing was imperceptible, while the shifting lights in the sky reflected different colors across his armor.
"They're damaging the continuity and stability of space, but it doesn't matter. Maya is a thought, a story. As long as someone imagines a fantastical world, Maya will always exist." Deathstroke answered The Flash. "I see it now. Nabu wants to imitate what I did to the Third Dimension, but his mind is probably so full of order that he overlooked the fact that magic is chaotic. The Magic Dimension doesn't follow logic."
"Uh, so you mean it's fine?" Barry scratched his head and blinked a few times. He felt like he did not quite understand.
The residents in the streets and houses were making the same movements as Su Ming, with many of them looking up at the sky. But they seemed to have begun fearing the Lords of Order's power. Every time space trembled, their bodies shuddered as well.