Standing atop a dripping stone gargoyle and looking down at Gotham beneath the night sky, Bliss found the wind on the rooftop of Wayne Enterprises Tower as clamorous as ever.
Her black cloak flapped like a flag in the darkness, while the acid rain falling from the sky still had that same old taste. As it streamed across her lenses, the city's neon lights blurred into a hazy Halo before her eyes.
The woman stood utterly still amid the wind and rain, as though she had merged with the darkness itself, though droplets still trickled from her slightly curly, rain-soaked long hair.
Bliss turned her gaze toward the sky and waited quietly. Whatever she was thinking, there was no telling from her poker face.
Earth -11 was not doing well now. The Nightmares that had entered reality had not been fully cleared out, and the Amazon Council's global rule was on the verge of collapse.
More and more people were falling into dreams, becoming breeding grounds for Nightmares in their extreme terror and hatching new terrors, like a black tide sweeping across the globe.
Though this had been that man's intention from the start, the Nightmares' snowball had already begun rolling. Aside from Gotham, every city on Earth seemed to be collapsing at once.
The greater the fear, the easier it was to have nightmares. And the more people had nightmares, the more frequently Nightmares were born.
Even after losing their leader, "Insomnia," those malformed monsters that had entered reality still retained their ability to act—and had become even more frenzied.
Thanks to the Synthezoid army sent by Otherworld Deathstroke, Gotham had remained untouched by the Nightmare incident. But who could have expected events to change so quickly? When Bliss received Adjutant's transmission just now, even she had nearly let