"Don't worry. Don't we still have help?"
As he patted The Mustache Mage on the back, Su Ming pointed with the hand holding his beer at Big Cat, who was sitting in the room with its eyes closed in enjoyment.
"Dream of a Thousand Cats is very powerful. I refuse to believe the Record Keeper exists without consciousness. As long as it has consciousness, it will develop a subconscious, and then it will most likely dream."
Any creature that dreamed would find it difficult to escape Dream's gaze, let alone Dream of a Thousand Cats, which was even stronger than the human Dream.
Well, there was supposedly also a secret ritual called Dream of a Thousand People, which Dream could initiate. It was said to be extremely powerful, but Su Ming had never seen it.
"Come to think of it, I've always had a question, Slade. You're the Vishanti's representative and the current Sorcerer Supreme. By all rights, birds should adore you. So why do I always see all kinds of felines around you?"
Magic Prince did not really understand what Dream of a Thousand Cats was capable of. With Deathstroke merely talking about it, he could not grasp anything deeper, so he simply changed the subject.
Hoggoth, Leopard God, Flerken—these were all big cats, or things similar to big cats. They all favored Deathstroke.
Especially the ancient god Hoggoth. Monark had lived for so many years, yet he had never seen anyone summon that being merely by burning joss paper. Even Ancient One could not do it. Only Deathstroke seemed favored; the tiger-headed god among the Trinity could practically be called upon at will, protecting Deathstroke every moment of every day.
"Ah, that question has always troubled me too. I was thinking about it not long ago." Su Ming