Su Ming and Kitty had arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s spaceship and successfully entered its interior.
They had come here because Kitty intended to first let Deathstroke understand Insomnia's abilities. After all, when going to war, one had to know both oneself and the enemy.
What Insomnia could do was practically identical to the prank Deathstroke had recently pulled on that Captain America with it.
But after entering the ship, they discovered that things were far from good. The place was terrifyingly quiet, as if everyone had died.
"Everyone is asleep and trapped in daydreams, meow." Kitty spoke with a worried expression, draped over Deathstroke's shoulder, its limbs swaying with the man's steps. "No need to check. I can smell Nightmare's stink. They should all be having nightmares right now."
Dream of a Thousand Cats now realized that the destruction caused by Insomnia's escape was even more severe than they had expected.
Since Multiverse 1 and Multiverse 40K had become one, that monster had followed the dreams over here. Every living being in the 40K Universe had likewise fallen into nightmares. The scope was simply too vast.
And every person trapped in a nightmare provided Nightmare with a constant stream of power—the creativity born of uncontrolled subconsciousness.
It was at a loss as well.
"I only left for a little while. Not even a day, right?" Su Ming searched Natasha's room speechlessly, planning to wake the informant he had planted in S.H.I.E.L.D. first. "Then this happened immediately afterward. It definitely isn't a coincidence."
"You mean CAAT cooked this up for you, meow?" Dream of a Thousand Cats exhaled a puff of smoke, which curled around Deathstroke's neck to keep him from suddenly falling asleep and entering a dream. Even though the Dream Mask had the same effect, it still added another layer