Daisy found this rather interesting. She informed the Inhumans and specifically told Medusa to keep an eye on Thane. As Thanos continued to exert his influence, she felt that this young man might play an unexpected role in her future plans.
"Heh, old friend, you're really in quite a sorry state, aren't you?" Daisy soon arrived at The Void and found The Collector amid the ruins, looking like a refugee.
Half of his white hair had been burned away, his bizarre, unconventional coat was tattered, and one of his legs was crippled, making him limp with every step.
The moment he saw Daisy, he clung to her like she was a lifeline. "I'll give you half of the remaining Primordial Cosmic Energy! I want to collect Thanos's corpse! I want his corpse!!"
He gritted his teeth. If Thanos appeared before him now, he could swallow that purple sweet potato freak whole.
Daisy refused the deal. She no longer needed Primordial Cosmic Energy, and Thanos could not be killed anyway. She would not accept such a transaction.
Fighting him was certainly no problem. Crushing him would be easy. But that immortality was troublesome. She would not pull chestnuts from the fire for The Collector and do something so foolish.
"Tell me. What of yours did Thanos take a liking to? Has he already gone this mad?" Daisy did not help The Collector up from the mound of dirt where he was still sprawled. Instead, she found a clean spot and sat down, looking ready to hear a story.
People generally did not provoke Cosmic Elders like The Collector and The Grandmaster, because there was no need to.
Billions or tens of billions of years ago, these people had all been heroes of their respective races. Perhaps they had truly been legendary