Thanos looked at the woman who had suddenly appeared and understood her identity the moment Deathstroke spoke.
Clearly, she was one of Earth's ancient gods, the legendary Eastern Star Goddess, Oshtur.
Look at other people's goddesses. Never mind her beautiful, noble appearance, or her incomparably powerful presence. The fact that she had come looking for Deathstroke on her own was enough to make Thanos feel a little jealous.
His own goddess, Death, had never worn such a warm smile, nor had she ever come looking for him on her own.
The purple-skinned giant took a deep breath and reaffirmed his conviction. Yes, other people's goddesses might be good, but Death was still the best, because she surely loved him too.
"My representative, given the changes in the situation, I have a new idea. Come with me. We need to talk privately." Oshtur handed the contract to Deathstroke and raised a hand to draw a fiery Teleportation Portal. Judging by the scenery beyond it, it was most likely her temple.
"You're too courteous, Goddess. Just issue whatever command you have. Calling it a chat would undermine your dignity."
Su Ming smiled, but had no intention of entering the ring of fire. Though this portal looked like the kind Kamar-Taj Mages commonly used, he would not leave the unconscious Eternity here, nor would he let his teammates separate from him.
"Sometimes, I wonder who I would have chosen if Ancient One had not recommended you as Sorcerer Supreme."
The dignified Oshtur did not get angry. She stroked her feather earring and looked at her reflection in Eternity's eye, like a bird preening by a pond.
"I once had countless Sorcerer Supremes, but now only your 40K remains in the multiverse. In the Material World, aside from you, only three representatives remain."
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