After this and that, Loki recounted everything her group had discovered. She even dragged Joel over from behind her and put him in front of the camera for Deathstroke to verify his identity, proving that she was not lying.
Then she sent the man they had picked up off to keep playing with Thor while she remained before the camera, twirling her big wavy hair with one hand and holding a meat skewer roasted over the campfire with the other as she asked:
"Heh heh, that's the situation. You know everything now, so is there anything you want to say to me next?"
"Hmm, it's pretty much in line with my guess. Although Blank only became active recently, traces of her actions existed long ago." Deathstroke took a drag from his cigarette, watching his teammates fight the black maggots that had suddenly appeared. "In the tenth century AD, she had already meddled in Asgardian affairs on Earth-0. Since that could be considered the twilight of the gods' era, were gods her primary targets?"
The air was still heavy with the salty scent of seawater, but because the black maggots had died over and over, there was now another smell around them—the scorched stench of burned flesh, like someone burning hair in a fire.
It was a little sweet, but also fishy and foul.
"Don't ask me, my dear Sorcerer Supreme. Just as I said before, this concerns humanity, not us."
The black-haired woman was also watching everyone fight the maggots, a hint of disgust on her face. It was probably because the black maggots were covered in yellow slime, which did not look very good on camera.
"Our Asgard fell to Earth, and barely any survivors remained. I don't really care anymore, and besides, I think being a woman is