The Gothic woman was the most beautiful woman Daisy had ever seen. She seemed to notice Daisy watching her, and her face blurred before changing from Hill to Jean, then from Jean to Wanda.
Finally, she took on Daisy's appearance. Daisy could not help glancing sideways. Not only could this woman change her looks, but she could even imitate the auras of Jean and Wanda with startling accuracy.
Even the Star Mark power she simulated in the end was so convincing that Daisy herself could not tell whether it was real or fake.
"Still haven't recognized me? I am you, and you are not me." The Gothic woman's face changed again, becoming the version of Daisy from the DC world—Thea Queen. She merely looked several years older, having shed her youthful immaturity. Every gesture carried an imposing air.
Daisy could only feel a sense of familiarity toward the Gothic woman, yet she could not say where it came from. However, her attention quickly shifted to the fact that she was about to die.
Nothing was more important than her own life. She was someone who cherished her life dearly.
"You said I'm about to die. What do you mean by that?"
The Gothic woman turned back and pointed at the completely frozen funeral. "Look at this funeral. My connection to death was fated from the very beginning. It was just that, at the time, I—or rather, we—had no idea..."
"I don't know what happened on your side, but I oversee all death. You were once part of this world, so naturally you fall within my authority. That is why I saw the omen of your death. If you don't want to come here and meet me again, then you'll need to work hard."
Daisy's head started throbbing after hearing that.