"Death is like the wind. What a fine metaphor. What if the enemy discovers us by calling out names? Fine, I understand. I'll head over later." Daisy waved to Deathstrike. There was no need to go right now. This was not a group tour; they did not need to travel together. Setting a clear objective and fighting separately was the norm.
Only after Deathstrike's unique presence had vanished did Daisy return to the hall. Today, she was holding a full-month celebration for Second Ya.
The West did not have such a custom, but since she wanted to hold one, no one objected.
"Maybe I don't understand this custom very well..." Jean's voice had initially been calm, but it suddenly rose sharply. Pointing at the wine cup Little Rachel was holding with a blank look on her face, she said, "Is a full-month celebration supposed to make a child this young drink? Look me in the eyes and answer me!"
She was shouting so loudly that Daisy's ears were nearly deafened. Several little babies watched from the side with giggles. Their favorite show was Aunt Jean tearing into their biological father.
The full-month celebration went smoothly. Over the next two days, Daisy mobilized her forces and prepared to head to the Cancerverse.
Both Deathstrike and the One-Eyed Alien were multiversal-level beings. Whether they were avatars or incarnations, if she wanted to take part in this battle and play a role in it, she had to bring out all her strength. She would send her true body into the Cancerverse.
There was still a sliver of Star Mark power left unabsorbed. She had saved it precisely for a situation like this.
Three days later, Daisy told Wanda she was going out to buy comic books for the babies, then turned around and