"Ah, hello to you too, meow. Long time no see, First Dream slumbering within the shadow of time."
Sure enough, Dream of a Thousand Cats had shrunk itself down. It proactively circled around to Su Ming's front and sat down in an adorable pose, acting as the translator between the two sides.
"This is my human friend, Deathstroke. He came to see you because he wants to ask about something."
After saying that, the cat turned to glance at Deathstroke and gave him a smug little look, indicating that he had been right to bring it along. Otherwise, even if he met The First Dream, he would have had no way to communicate with it.
The First Dream had almost completely become one of the Old Ones. It possessed boundless wisdom, but humanity could not comprehend that wisdom. Just as different species had reproductive barriers between them, different forms of life had barriers even when it came to communication.
It was not that Deathstroke lacked combat power. Dream of a Thousand Cats knew that if this human were willing, he could probably defeat The First Dream decisively with a little planning. But that could hardly be called a friendly exchange, and there would be no point hoping for the other party's help.
"⊙,☆Ψγ"
The enormous monster made a strange sound. Its language could hardly even be called language; it was more like noise—harsh and piercing.
"The First Dream says it knows you." The cat looked at Deathstroke, its tail swaying back and forth. "You once went to the Nightmare Dimension and came back out without going mad. It remembers you clearly."
The cat had known this would happen. Deathstroke truly was among the finest of humanity. Not only was he powerful, but he also spoke pleasantly. It really loved being