The four of them emerged from the Garden of Death. Around them were still those queues of souls; aside from those on the stone steps before the gate, many more floated through space like sky lanterns, stretching all the way to the edge of sight.
No one could say exactly how many there were, but it seemed that aside from lining up, they had nowhere else to go.
Thanos came here often and had no interest whatsoever in souls. Having killed too many people, he had long since lost interest in such currency.
He started toward his shabby little spaceship, only for Hela to stop him.
"Don't take your ship. It reeks inside. Take mine instead."
"You have a ship too? If possible, pick one with better sanitary conditions."
As a woman who cared rather a lot about cleanliness, Carol blinked. She truly did not want to ride Thanos's manure hauler either.
The Goddess of the Underworld did not answer directly. She merely smiled faintly, then raised both hands level and began casting. Green flames spread from her body into the universe, as though a green bonfire had been lit.
The next moment, the space before them trembled several times, like pebbles creating ripples upon water. The ripples then grew larger and larger, even producing the utterly unreasonable roar of a tsunami in the vacuum of space.
Accompanied by a long blast of a horn, an enormous black prow appeared within the ripples. As though rising from beneath the water's surface, it surged before them wrapped in thick black-and-green smoke, bringing with it a wave of cold air.
It was an Asgardian-style longship, enormous in size—roughly four hundred meters long and perhaps fifty meters wide.
Its bow bore a savage skeletal dragon-head ornament, while its black sail looked as though