The deal was struck. Lucien gathered the natives who still had the courage and sent them to inspect every dream on the endless plain outside the castle.
Dream's mask gave him some basic means of self-preservation in different dreams, mainly rudimentary immortality and a few light-and-shadow effects.
When worn by Dream, the mask was unquestionably a divine artifact. In anyone else's hands, it was merely a means of transport or protective gear.
The dream inspection would take time, and so would the massacre. It was a fair exchange.
Standing outside a Faceless Men village, Su Ming sighed as he revealed the Orange Lantern Ring. "If Saint Killer were here, he'd definitely be familiar with this process. Attacking a little village and killing every bipedal creature inside, that sort of thing."
"I don't know if this is right. Honestly, I feel like I'm becoming a homicidal maniac." Bobo watched the blank-faced people wander along the village paths, utterly ignoring Deathstroke nearby, and found it rather sad. "They have families, feelings, and lives of their own. Looking closely, they don't seem threatening at all."
Su Ming released the Spectre Orange Lantern Corps and had them work with Strangle to begin clearing the village. A scoff came from behind his black-and-yellow mask.
"Your soft heart could very well get you killed, Bobo. I can tell you with full responsibility that their claiming territory, forming families, seeking mates, reproducing, and all those humanlike behaviors have nothing to do with the emotions you imagine. They were simply programmed to act that way, so observers like you would think, 'Oh, they're people too.' It's camouflage."
Bobo shrugged and decisively stopped looking at the bloodbath in the village. White slime flowed out of one small house after another, leaving the roads wet and sticky.
He climbed into