Entering the Skrull Divine Realm was no easy task. Those guys had set up two spatial turbulence zones before the door, grinding back and forth like millstones. Any unsuspecting intruder had a ninety-nine percent chance of being crushed back into atoms. Daisy was precisely that unsuspecting intruder, yet she could break free of the suction with her own power and walk right in.
"Fellow countrymen, come on out!" She entered an immensely vast world, with colossal mountains, deep ravines, rivers, stone forests, swamps, and enormous floating islands.
The sky and earth were gray and dim, like a desolate primordial wilderness.
Having fought shoulder to shoulder with Deathstrike, she had gained some understanding of death's traits, though she had not seen them clearly. It represented emptiness, heaviness, and the complete absence of life.
But the wilderness before her was far inferior. Its powers were mixed and chaotic. It seemed to have used divine power to integrate countless laws, yet the energies within were utterly disordered: fire and water, space and time. However, those divine powers retained only traces of their former glory. Now, the defining feature of this place was desolation. It had nothing. To force an analogy, the entire Divine Realm felt like it was waiting for death with its eyes closed.
She took out her halberd. "The king's army has arrived. If you cast aside your weapons and surrender with due ceremony, you may yet retain the rank of marquis. The realm will be at peace and the people prosperous. Would that not be wonderful?"
She waited in place for two minutes. Her voice echoed across the wilderness, but there was no response. She had no choice but to change tactics.
"How miserable. Didn't you once call yourselves the Pantheon? And now there isn't even one among you who