Trickery and Super-Speed Mockery

Looking at the male figure with a cane who had appeared out of nowhere to block his path, Ebony Maw froze for a moment before quickly digging up information on this "celebrity" from his memories.

"Loki, God of Mischief. What do you mean by this?" Ebony Maw narrowed his eyes slightly, folding his hands together with his right index finger lightly resting on the back of his left hand. His expression was somewhat grave.

After all, he was in the middle of fleeing. He should not have been wasting time on Loki, yet his instincts told him:

If he acted rashly, he would die?

Impossible!

"Oh~ I nearly forgot. You haven't synchronized with your future memories yet, but you should have already learned the general course of events from Nebula's head."

Loki lowered his cane, which vanished on its own. Then, with his hands clasped behind his back, he leisurely walked to within less than 2.5 meters of Ebony Maw and stopped.

"What was it you said back then? Let me think... Hmm, I believe it went like this—" Loki paused, pondered for a moment, then began reciting in a flat tone:

"Listen to me. You should be grateful. Today, you have the honor of being saved by the great Titan. Perhaps you think this is torment. No, this is unquestionably salvation. Through your sacrifice, the scales of the universe are balanced. Smile. Even in death, you have become Thanos's children."

As Loki, the Sorcerer Supreme, spoke, the scene around Ebony Maw rapidly changed. An illusion recreated the ruined scene from the day Thanos slaughtered the Asgardian refugee ship.

Only this time, those lying on the ground were not Asgardian refugees, but insectoid foot soldiers from Thanos's army.

And the one standing there, receiving the sermon, had changed from the