Some had weaker abilities, while others had almost reached the Multiverse level.
But there was one unique and troublesome difference.
They would not vanish.
Nor would they dissipate.
They were Deadpools who could never be destroyed.
Relentless, and vast in number.
After Death unleashed her power, Oblivion released his own ability.
A new darkness shrouded the darkness.
A mass of chaos.
Chaos that would not disperse.
Like clouds of murky, filthy mist.
Any living being that touched them would be annihilated.
And disgustingly enough, this mist also poured into the Death Army.
For a moment, cloud after cloud of black mist that would not disperse drifted around every member of the Death Army.
This black mist resembled resentment.
But even more, it resembled armor worn by the Death Army.
This armor surrounded the Death Army.
It shrouded the Death Army, its appearance seemingly telling them that anyone who approached would surely die.
Yes, surely die.
That cloud of smoke represented dissolution.
Disappearing into the darkness... without shape or shadow.
At that moment, the entire Earth seemed like a ghost town as countless members of the Death Army appeared.
They roamed the Earth like an army that would never disappear.
It seemed like an act of self-preservation, but even more like a warning.
"Father..."
Seeing both Death and Oblivion take action, Galacta froze.
The devastation on Earth was the last thing Galacta wanted to see.
When gods fought, who else would suffer but the living beings on Earth?
But Galacta knew she could not stop it.
She could not stop this catastrophe in the universe.
Still, she wanted to try, even if she could not persuade the other Creator Gods to stop.
At least she might persuade her father to stop.
For her sake.
Galacta pleaded with Galactus, "Don't do this.