In the Dreaming, beside the huge pit in front of the castle, Dream and Death silently watched the rift in the sky that kept dropping Faceless Men.
"So you used those refugees who fell into my realm to make a deal with Beelzebub?"
Daniel still looked like an expressionless translucent ghost, though there was a hint of resentment in his tone.
With a cigarette between his lips, Su Ming tossed one to Saint Killer behind him. The two huddled together to light up. "Then what was I supposed to do? Those Faceless Men were about to occupy your realm. Some of the native residents had even gone missing. If you want to play The Mother, you should at least use your brain."
"No, that's not what I meant." Dream shook his head and fastened his gas mask-shaped crown. "I mean, you could at least have made it look prettier. Everything here should be dreamlike and beautiful, but now the people falling from the sky drop straight through the Spiked Gate below into Hell. It's like falling into a bloody maw and meeting a miserable fate. It's too cruel."
After saying that, Daniel raised a hand. He first repaired the rift in the sky, then attached a slide to the hole.
This way, the Faceless Men falling in from other universes could enjoy childlike fun and happiness on the long spiraling slide before happily and beautifully... sliding into Hell.
Dream conjured some cartoon flowers, grass, and trees to conceal the gate to Hell. At the very least, he turned the deep pit before it into a flower bed. Little Flowers of all colors, each with a cartoon smile, bloomed in competition there, blocking the rolling red smoke pouring out of Hell.
That was much better.
There was no The Mother among