"Where are we?" Wanda Maximoff looked around. The grasslands stretched far and wide beneath a clear blue sky, the breeze caressing her face. The grass nearby grew lush and thick, and the air was so fresh it felt like another world.
In fact, they really were no longer on Earth.
"Asgard!" Stephen Strange walked ahead with a grave expression, striding through knee-high wild grass as the prairie breeze blew against him.
Nick Fury's desperate sacrifice had dealt him a crushing blow.
Only now did he realize that facing He-El was even harder than facing Thanos.
He-El always held all the cards. Earth was completely under his control, leaving Stephen Strange with no room to maneuver.
The advancement of Earth's technology had ultimately benefited He-El's control over the planet.
Almost no one could escape He-El's surveillance anymore.
Stephen Strange could only seek power beyond Earth.
Pietro Maximoff and Wanda Maximoff exchanged glances. The scene of He-El defeating Odin, the King of the Gods, in Asgard remained vivid in their minds.
"Why have we come here? To join forces with Odin?" Pietro Maximoff asked. Against an opponent like He-El, joining forces with a loser like Odin was undoubtedly their best option.
They ought to create a team distinct from the Avengers—the Losers' Alliance.
There could be no more fitting name for them than the Losers' Alliance.
"Not Odin. Thor." Stephen Strange led the way across the grasslands and reached a rise in the plains. As he stepped onto the high ground and looked down, Asgard's majestic, epic buildings stood in sprawling clusters. Though they had endured the ravages of war, they remained grand and imposing, carrying the weight of an epic history.
Yet after He-El had defeated Odin, that sense of epic history could not help but carry a hint of desolation.