Nebula soon entered the Space Rift.
Meanwhile, the Black Order and the others were in the DC Universe.
They had received an oracle from Thanos saying an assistant would come to help them today.
But when they saw that she was only a woman at Planetary Level, they could only shake their heads.
They were all Skyfather-level. Someone at Planetary Level could hardly offer them much help.
They had already found a Life Planet in the DC Universe, but Darkseid and his Dread Demon had forced them to keep a low profile.
What they needed was someone at the peak of Skyfather Level, not a beautiful woman.
Still, out of respect for their lord's oracle, they gave her the finest reception they could.
At the same time.
In the Creation Universe.
Thanos was still creating and altering souls.
Before long, he sensed something unusual and turned his attention to it.
He discovered that Gamora, who had all but given up, seemed to have found her resolve again and was actively searching for a way out.
He had been about to give up on her, but after a moment's hesitation, he let the trial continue.
It cost him almost no energy anyway. He might as well treat it as a way to select subordinates.
Then he looked at what he held in his hand.
After countless alterations, the soul in his hand had become utterly mad and twisted.
Even the monsters of the Dark Dimension were probably nowhere near as insane as this soul.
But madness alone was useless. It would bring him nothing.
Just as he was about to erase the soul, an idea struck him.
He remembered a being he had read about in his previous life.
Cthulhu.
A god of the Old Ones, an embodiment of chaos