"So the person who loved creating false worlds for others ended up being thrown by you into a dream of Long Sleep, one he'll never wake from."
Watching the scene projected inside the Dream Bubble, Wally found it a little strange. He tilted his head, thought for a moment, and added:
"You said you wanted to humiliate him, but I don't see any humiliation right now. Considering the Remnants' plan caused considerable casualties on Earth, I think you're treating him pretty well. At least you let him live in a beautiful dream."
Yes, everything before had been a dream. Su Ming and the others were now on the Dreaming Plains of the Dreaming, behind the castle. Colorful bubbles floated everywhere, and inside every bubble was someone's dream.
The portion of the Remnant's abilities stolen by Strangle, the Anti-Life Equation's brainwashing power, the TVA headquarters' control over Timelines, plus the favors Death owed Deathstroke through the Lord of Dreams.
Combined, these cards had created this special dream-soul prison. Su Ming had named it "Dream Life." After a creature died, its soul could be imprisoned within it.
Inside was a false world that could expand infinitely with imagination, a distinctive script that could automatically refine and repair itself, and several interesting parameters that could be adjusted from outside. It was a vastly enhanced version of the Remnants' abilities.
The Remnant's dream had been placed in a corner of the plains. Deathstroke had even hired professionals from the Dreaming to build a little house around the bubble, enough to shelter it from wind and rain.
Ever been to a cemetery? Many gravestones had little awnings over them. That was common enough in China.
Luthor had not accompanied the group. He had taken the Remnant's headless corpse back to the Fortress of Doom, and