In the hazy, disorderly space, there were only the gaps and singularities between worlds. Black fragments of space resembled newborn infants, tugged by invisible umbilical cords as they orbited the figure within that river of Planet Eater corpses.
Yet this place held only the aura of destruction. Nothing was born here, including the Giant before them.
He was dressed like one of the Greek Gods, with a green bedsheet paired with green skin. His face was somewhat Black, his upper lip slightly curled, making him look like a young man with a touch of unruliness and pride.
The green man's hair was black, with a streak of white in his bangs like a highlight, or perhaps a clump of messy dog fur.
He was nearly as towering as Galactus. Looking down at the four of them, he regarded them as if they were ants.
"Who are you?!"
Thanos could not accept that look. He had always looked at other creatures that way. Since when had anyone ever looked at him like that?
"The Glyph, Abraxas."
The Giant answered in a voice like thunder. His lofty gaze passed over Thanos's purple bald head before settling on the black-and-yellow human. "I know you, Deathstroke."
"Good. I know you too. That may help our conversation, so let's get straight to the point and discuss a deal."
Su Ming stepped out from the group. The Lightsaber in his hand pulsed with Golden Light, but there was no emotion in his voice, only calmness.
The Glyph was an existence unique to the Multiversity, so the intelligence Su Ming had acquired in his previous life was still fairly accurate. There was no need to worry about major discrepancies in its origins due to Parallel Universes.
This green-skinned monster was also a Concept Manifestation. It had likely