As Strangle obtained the message carried by this "messenger," the bus came to a stop and began melting at an astonishing speed, like chocolate beneath the blazing sun.
Su Ming had rather liked the Silver Bus because it was shiny and pretty, but evidently, it had fulfilled its purpose in the game's design.
The Hand of the Void had originally only wanted Deathstroke to obtain this "letter." It probably had not expected him to infer the Faceless Men from the passengers' behavior, and that had thrown it into a panic, causing it to hurriedly end the second act of the game.
That made sense. Dream's power came from outside, from unwritten stories. The Hand of the Void truly was the one most capable of invading the Dreaming. Dream itself resembled The Void, sharing far too many things in common.
The bus fell apart. Its silver wheels rolled a long way across the water before melting into puddles of liquid and blending into the silvery ocean.
Standing on the water, Deathstroke held the plastic bag and realized that it had been brought in from the outside world. It truly existed.
"There's no need to notify Daniel in a hurry. In fact, there's no need at all."
Su Ming picked up the puffed-up kitten and placed it back on his shoulder, then took off Cloak and hauled his cousin out of the water.
"The contract supplying Faceless Men to Hell is a pact between Beelzebub and me. Don't assume that fly is some pushover just because he looks like a fat idiot. As Hell Chancellor, he has more than enough power to unite several demon kings against the Hand of the Void. Its claws haven't reached into Multiverse 1 yet, so relax."
"But we should at least keep an eye on that