Lord Mar-Vell's ritual progressed quickly. The brain in his hand had already sprouted tentacles and wings, flying toward the top of the rift before exploding midair like fireworks. A great cloud of blood mist engulfed him.
His bloodstained hand dropped, then tightly covered half his face as he shouted:
"Ha ha ha ha! It has begun, my friends! Remember this glorious day—it is your honor! Let the gods witness that our love and blood shall endure forever!"
"Whatever he's trying to do, I have a bad feeling about it." Carol let out a breath and quietly said to Deathstroke, "Are you sure your plan is sound? Space in this universe is already starting to break apart. Maybe it won't hold out much longer before dragging us down with it."
It was like being on a ship that had struck an iceberg at sea. Even with lifeboats, plenty of people would still die.
"Ah, no problem. Generally speaking, when two rituals to the Old Ones are held at close range at the same time, one of the hosts is bound to have bad luck." Su Ming calmly watched Mar-Vell continue his ritual within the rift, even putting away his weapon. "I believe Deadpool is far more popular than a Captain Marvel who should have died long ago, so... love can be selfish sometimes."
"I'm not too worried." Daisy wiped the blood from her nose with a finger. She had taken a few lashes from the tentacles earlier. "After all, if Thanos can get here, he must have a way to leave."
"Hmph. You're clever, Thor." Purple Sweet Potato gave a cold laugh of approval. "But why do you think I'll take you with me instead of leaving you here to die?"
Daisy pointed at her face, then at Deathstroke. "If we