When Gorr asked about the soul, Wanda immediately nodded. "Yes. As long as her soul still exists, I can bring your daughter back right away."
Hearing the goddess confirm it, Gorr asked anxiously, "Then where did my daughter's soul go?"
Wanda turned to the elderly Hulk.
She wasn't afraid of Gorr. Still innocent and kind at heart, she simply didn't like fighting for no reason. If they could settle this peacefully, all the better.
The elderly Hulk was stumped.
He wasn't as powerful as Thanos. How would he know where souls went?
After thinking it over, he offered an explanation that sounded plausible.
"The gods have your daughter's soul. If you want her back, you'll have to ask them for it."
Gorr nodded in understanding.
According to myth, the gods did hold power over souls, life, and death. After people died, their souls either ascended to heaven or descended to hell.
His daughter had been so sweet, so obedient and sensible. Her soul must have gone to heaven.
Now he knew where to look for her. Gripping All-Black the Necrosword, he teleported away and vanished.
Wanda and Hulk exchanged bewildered looks.
They hadn't expected Gorr to leave so abruptly. He really was impatient.
But they soon put it aside. They directed the Black Order to take control of the surrounding territory, then called in more troops.
The altar was small, covering only about a hundred square meters atop a low hill. Beyond it stretched an endless yellow desert.
There was no green forest or blue ocean in sight. The planet looked dead.
A little later, Wanda had her subordinates bring over a small satellite and launch it into the sky.
Then she ordered them to compress their spaceships through the Quantum Realm, shrink them, and bring them into this universe