"Let's go, Cloak. To Kamar-Taj."
Deathstroke quickly withdrew his gaze. He touched Cloak's collar, signaling that it could leave.
"Aren't we going to save Ikaris and the others?"
Carol held the Orange Cat and looked down at the ice below. The three tiny black dots rapidly receded from view, swallowed by the wind and snow.
"I'm humanity's Sorcerer Supreme. Why would I save the Eternals?" Deathstroke sounded thoroughly baffled as he retorted, "That whole 'humans and Eternals share 99% of the same genes, so we're brothers' thing was something I made up. I'm not a biologist. I could say Thanos and I share 99% of the same genes too. Do we look like brothers?"
As he spoke, he moved closer to Thanos and placed his head beside Purple Sweet Potato's bald scalp, letting Carol compare them herself.
"Heh." Thanos gave a brief laugh, as though mocking Carol's naivety.
What brotherhood between races existed in the universe? There was only the pure law of the jungle. Yet what was truly laughable was that Carol had once served the Kree Empire, one of the universe's great powers, and still failed to understand such a simple truth.
The Kree Empire had not gained such vast territory through emotional diplomacy. The Kree fleets' cold-blooded ruthlessness and strict discipline were famous throughout the universe.
"Then, master, you must have signed a contract with Ikaris earlier, right? Would that be a problem?" Wanda was more concerned about this. After all, if a contract went unfulfilled, things could become troublesome.
Even with the Vishanti favoring him, he would still have to pay a price. After all, Oshtur was the Goddess of Justice.
"Here. If Party A is unable to fulfill the agreement due to reasons of its own, it shall be deemed a breach of contract by