Death had never been interested in Thanos.
But when she learned he had mentioned Zhang Yang, her interest stirred.
"Oh?" Her tone shifted, turning faintly seductive. "Zhang Yang? You endured the agony of death to enter my Death Realm just to ask about him?"
Death looked at Thanos, a suggestive note in her voice.
The Death Realm was no ordinary place.
It was where the ghosts of the entire Multiverse gathered.
Only the dead could come here. There were no living people in the Death Realm.
For Thanos to enter, he first had to pass through something close to death.
For a living person, dying took only an instant.
But to feign death and enter the Death Realm while still alive?
That meant enduring tremendous pain.
And Thanos had willingly suffered all that for Zhang Yang?
It seemed Zhang Yang really was something.
He had prompted both the Eternal Emperor and Thanos, who had made something of a name for himself across the Universe, to seek her out.
Death found herself even more interested in this Earth sorcerer.
"How could it be just because of him? I came mainly to see you, of course!"
Thanos was a hopeless admirer. Given any opening, he couldn't resist flattering Death.
She sneered inwardly.
Outwardly, she said nothing of it. Her tone turned cold again. "Speak. What do you want to ask?"
Death was willing to talk to Thanos about Zhang Yang.
But romance?
He could forget it.
That mop-like chin of his hardly invited romantic conversation.
With that thought, Death shook her head and glanced at him.
"By the way, I heard the Silver Surfer recently went to Earth. As Galactus's herald, why would he go there? Did Zhang Yang somehow offend you?" Thanos asked, testing her reaction.
Thanos intended to attack Earth,