On snowy days like this, changes in the light could sometimes be especially obvious. The tiny snowflakes that had reflected light in the air suddenly dimmed, as though they had lost their lives.
Su Ming, standing in the shadows, looked up and saw an enormous, rotten face. The skin around its lips had withered away, exposing gums full of teeth—the head of Galactus.
"Hmm, so that's how it is. You gave me a scare. I thought it was a Celestial."
Deathstroke seemed to be talking to himself as he stubbed out his cigarette and put it away. After dusting off Cloak, he rose to his feet and met the giant dead head's gaze.
This time, it had become the size of the moon. Looming close to the ground and looking down, it was indeed rather imposing.
"Isn't the key issue somewhere else?" Loki stood as well, rolling his shoulder joints and brushing a hand through his hair. "By common sense, Planet Eater represents the concept of cosmic 'balance.' He really can eat Earth."
Su Ming nodded, then looked at him with a baffled expression.
"So what? He's the Galactus of Earth-2149, and now he wants to eat Earth-X. What does that have to do with our 40K? Besides, anyone can beat Planet Eater. It's simple."
"...That's true." Loki smiled. Seeing Galactus had made him a little nervous, but Deathstroke's reminder made him realize that this was not his own Earth beneath his feet. "But do you have any basis for saying Galactus is easy to deal with?"
What the hell was there to panic about? At worst, they could just leave.
Cloak carried them into the sky, flying straight toward the rotten old face. Deathstroke drew his weapon like a pirate captain standing at the prow of a ship.
"You've