The group was drifting toward the Seventh Dimension. Yes, it was a slow, upward-floating process.
Through Strangle's Devouring Method, the host, Deathstroke, had obtained from Sin the ability to reach their destination. It had previously been described as a bullet train, but when they actually used this move, it felt more like a boat.
Using darkness to power this dimensional ascension was like constructing an imaginary boat that did not exist, carrying everyone upward.
There was no need to know the exact coordinates. The Seventh Dimension had no definite location whatsoever; reaching it depended solely on "feeling." It sounded rather mystical.
As they floated along, Su Ming explained the principles behind this trip to his teammates. The pitch-black surroundings were nothing to worry about either; this was merely one manifestation of darkness.
Dream of a Thousand Cats said it was not worried at all. On the contrary, it found this rather interesting. Hyperdimension and Dreaming possessed entirely different qualities, different flavors.
The Source lineage really knew how to play around with this stuff. So mysterious and cryptic, nothing like Dreaming, which was so easy to understand.
Exactly. When explaining it to humans, all one needed to say was that Dreaming was made up of everyone's dreams. Even an idiot could understand that. One sentence was enough.
But when it came to The Source, everything had to be as abstract as possible, huh?
Sure enough, Deadpool raised a question. He could not understand it, because he could not feel himself "ascending." Instead, he felt like he was "descending."
Su Ming had not wanted to pay him any attention, because it was genuinely difficult to explain. This sort of thing could only be grasped through personal "enlightenment." If you got it, you got it; if you did not, you did not. Human