Fire Lord's severe injuries had restored some of his memories from before he became a herald of Galactus. While searching for his people, Daisy learned that he was actually a Xandarian and had even worked for the Nova Corps. Now that they were facing a common enemy, she did not hold their past conflicts against him.
But she could not heal Fire Lord's essence. They could only wait for Galactus to go eat a few planets elsewhere, restore his strength, and then come back for Fire Lord.
Among the four heralds, Stardust and Fire Lord were both badly injured, but their fates were still better than Tyrant's. Tyrant was simply too unlucky. White Phoenix had randomly teleported him away, and the teleportation had also carried some temporal effect. He spent a full ten days in the time turbulence, only to run into the Brood the moment he emerged.
He had died horribly!
Silver Surfer had found the Xandarians, and Daisy had him join the guerrilla forces as well. In large-scale legion warfare, individual strength had very little room to shine.
Now that there was no conflict with Galactus, Daisy deliberately explained a little more.
"What? You all know that voice?" Baldy looked left at Hela, then raised his head to look right at Galactus. Seeing them both nod, he turned toward Proxima Midnight in the distance, who was obviously one of Director Daisy's subordinates.
So you all knew Director Daisy? Why didn't you tell me?!
Though he was already seventy or eighty percent certain, Baldy still feared something might go wrong. From far away, he cautiously shouted a slogan in Proxima Midnight's direction: "Hail Hydra!"
Everyone's technological talent tree was different, and the technology of many cosmic civilizations was bizarre in all sorts of ways.
To avoid leaving her own