Alfheim was still the same as ever. The last time Deathstroke had passed through here was during Hydra's invasion, and even then, he had only taken a quick glance around.
The scenery was somewhat like Western Europe on Earth, with vast forests surrounding cultivated farmland and beautiful farmhouses scattered throughout.
Small dirt roads wound through the countryside, lined with lovely wooden fences and fruit trees. Flowers and lawns filled nearly every corner of the view, along with many beautiful birds and butterflies.
Of course, aside from the scenery, the other sights here were things that could not be found on Earth.
There were, for example, magic-powered mills, golden lights spinning through the air like windmills, giant mushrooms deeper in the forest that stood taller than people, transport contraptions with red balloons carrying baskets like lunchboxes, and all sorts of adorable things one might find in fairy tales.
"Wow, Little Dai, let me go! I want to pick mushrooms." Harley, tied up like a spring roll, wriggled atop the flying carpet. Using the strength of her waist and stomach like a caterpillar, she scooted over to Diana's side. "Let Little Bee and Carol go kill people. How about we take Little Gwen to play instead? I really like that red mushroom over there. Shall we go taste it?"
"Actually, I'm the Big Gwen." Gwenpool placed the bag of weapons she was carrying onto the Cloak of Levitation. As she watched a little butterfly perched on the tip of her nose, she remained cross-eyed and said, "Ghost-Spider is still a high school student, while I'm already in college. In another sense, I'm more mature than her too."
As she spoke, she seemed to unconsciously puff out her chest. How to put it? At best, one could barely tell she was a girl.