In the not-so-spacious shop, everyone glanced at one another before finally turning their eyes to Deathstroke.
Su Ming knew what those looks meant, but he merely spread his hands. "Don't look at me yet. Some of what Nyarlathotep said earlier was true. The Nightmare Dimension is easy to enter, but not so easy to leave."
"Can't Cloak fly us out like before?" Barry scratched his head and came up with another idea. "If that won't work, how about I try taking everyone out through the Speed Force Plane?"
"Nightmare differs from other dreams. The methods you mentioned work in those places, but using them here carries uncertain risks." Somehow, Su Ming's arm had ended up around The Flash's neck, as if there were a magnetic pull there. "The safest option is still to contact The First Dream and have it send us out."
Most of the time, Cloak could carry people anywhere, and there had never been any problems before.
But now, Nyarlathotep was still hiding somewhere and watching them. It might not be able to kill them directly, but if they tried to fly away and it interfered, no one knew where they would end up.
All conventional Space Teleportation methods could be used here, but whether they could arrive safely was another matter.
It was like asking whether one could take a plane out of a city blanketed by typhoons and thunderstorms. If one really wanted to, the answer was yes—but whether one would survive the landing was another question.
It was still an Outer God, after all. They could despise it strategically, but they had to take it seriously tactically. Otherwise, one careless mistake could turn everything upside down.
The Nyarlathotep avatar that had appeared so far was the Black Pharaoh. Its known abilities included shapeshifting and