The Scarlet Witch could not answer what were clearly two simple questions.
She lowered her raised hands, planted them on her hips, and bowed her head in thought for quite a while before speaking to Deathstroke and the others with great difficulty.
"Lord Mar-Vell lives within the dreams of the Many-Angled Ones, and also within this world's dream. When he acts, the wind brings his flesh, the rain brings his blood, and love allows him to be reborn. I don't know whether you can understand what I mean."
"Doom understands."
Doctor Doom still stood with his arms folded. He guessed that the Scarlet Witch might have been placed under certain "restrictions" by the Many-Angled Ones, preventing her from uttering certain words and forcing her to speak so strangely.
But that was no obstacle to him.
The group was currently inside Galactus's mouth. The papillae on his tongue had become cancerous, turning into enormous volcano-like pustules, while deformed taste buds stretched and contracted across them like barnacles.
"Go on."
Su Ming understood as well. It sounded mystical, but it could actually be understood in a more direct way.
Lord Mar-Vell lived in a Pocket Dimension created by an Old One, existing in a form similar to a spiritual body. Whenever he wished to enter the Main Dimension, his hidden physical body would be brought out to possess a corpse and return to life. Under normal circumstances, the Vindicators could not see him at all.
So that was the purpose of the Old Ones' "Autopsy Ritual"? A method of preserving individual Life Energy in an abstract, conceptual form while binding the physical body to the life force of a Single Universe?
Maybe. There was still insufficient intelligence, so he could not draw conclusions too soon.
Seeing that Deathstroke and the others understood,