In the vast, boundless universe, the stars maintained cosmic order, while the tiny spacecraft drifting through space might have seemed to any observer like no more than a speck among hundreds of millions of stars.
Space was lonely and cold, yet the spacecraft was filled with warmth. The two who had returned from Sakaar lay beneath a bearskin on the bed, watching the magnificent lights and shadows of the universe through the bedroom porthole. Their sweat mingled together, soaking the soft brown fur that covered their bodies.
"Did Old Ones really appear in the Negative Zone?" Gin leaned against Su Ming's chest. She felt a little tired, yet for some reason, she thought to ask this.
Su Ming brushed aside the hair stuck to her forehead and gently kissed it. "Yeah. My cousin and I ran into the Black Pharaoh. We were fairly lucky—it was an incarnation humans could understand, and it was relatively easy to talk to."
"Illyana has always been borrowing their power. Is that really okay?" She began worrying about Magik again. After hearing the legends of the old days from him, she had always felt that the source of Limbo's magic was far too dangerous.
He wrapped his arms firmly around her shoulders and patted her smooth back.
"Limbo is the boundary between reality and fantasy. It contains endless possibilities and indescribable alien demons. But you should have faith in Illyana. The Bloodstone within her is both the price and the reward, a crystallization of countless souls and Dark Magic. Compared to those blindly idiotic Old Ones, the person she should be more wary of is Belasco's daughter. The chaos of Hell hasn't stopped yet, and no one knows where that woman is hiding."
"If I'd known becoming the Sorcerer Supreme came with so much trouble,