North Atlantic Ocean, Faroe Islands, Denmark.
The sea breeze, carrying a salty, damp scent, caressed the steep cliffs and verdant meadows.
"Smile, Helena! Yes, look this way! Cassandra, stop hiding from the camera!"
Jason the Red Hood was currently crouching on the ground, holding a camera, bustling around directing operations.
Stephanie and Helena posed for photos, while Cassandra stood somewhat awkwardly to the side. Damian idly chopped grass, and further away, Galatea stood like a statue, expressionless as she watched the surging waves.
This is probably the most enjoyable time for Gotham's vigilantes.
With Thor's near-clean-up "help," most of Gotham City's villains were killed, and even Arkham Asylum's occupancy rate hit an all-time low.
This made Bruce Wayne seem somewhat hesitant to find a reason to make them go back to work overtime.
"Honestly," Jason put down his camera and clicked his tongue, " Clark is too kind. If I had his power, every single one of those scumbags who dared to dart around in front of me for even a second would be Sun the next."
Helena nodded in deep agreement. "Who isn't?"
She stomped her foot lightly, feeling the solid texture beneath her feet, a strange, earth-shaking power lingering in her mind.
Unfortunately, it was just a one-time trial card that Thor gave them.
Stephanie's gaze drifted to Galatea not far away, and she lowered her voice:
"Tell me, what exactly did Thor say to her? She just followed us obediently, not running an inch. But the way she looked at us, like we all owed her eight million."
Jason chuckled and shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe it's a threat—that if she runs off again, I'll give her a good spanking?"
Galatea's ears twitched, and a sharp gaze instantly fell upon her, glaring fiercely at Jason, but she did nothing.
Having lost her Kryptonian powers, she is now just an ordinary person with a physique but no physical attributes.
But that's what puzzled her the most.
She underwent the most rigorous military-style combat training from a young age, sparring with battle-hardened military experts. Why... why was she completely outmatched by these "ordinary people" in front of her?
Their movements were cunning and ruthless; every move seemed to be a killing technique honed through blood and fire.
Galatea's fighting skills, which they were so proud of, were laughably naive in comparison.
On the other side, Thor sat alone on the edge of the cliff, his feet dangling in the air, letting the wind blow his blond hair.
He thought of Wanda.
The last time we parted, we also wandered around the world aimlessly, eating all sorts of strange and unusual things.
I wonder what her expression will be when she receives that little surprise he left.
A slight smile appeared on his face.
Perhaps, we could give it a try?
Lucifer said that as long as he doesn't destroy the multiverse, he can do whatever he wants.
So, opening a portal back to the Knowhere shouldn't be a big deal, right?
With a thought, the power of dozens of laws—space, time, reality—converged at his fingertips, and a faint ripple of space began to spread before him.
Just then, a figure appeared silently behind him.
The Hawkgirl Shayera walked over and sat down beside him, but deliberately kept a distance of more than a meter, as if it were an insurmountable chasm.
She gazed silently at the surging sea for a long time before finally speaking.
" Thor, what was my original future like?"
Shayera was stunned.
A love triangle? Her, John, and the Vixen... Could it be...?
Before she could think it through, Thor impatiently extended a finger and gently tapped her forehead.
See for yourself.
"Boom--!"
A massive torrent of information instantly overwhelmed Shayera's thoughts.
The Thanagarian's betrayal, her break with John Stewart, the disintegration of the League, the pain of self-exile, the appearance of the Vixen, and... the son she had with John in a future timeline, named " Warhawk."
Each scene, each emotion, was etched into her Soul Stone as if she had experienced it herself.
Shayera sat there, speechless for a long time, as if all her strength had been drained away.
Thor glanced at her again, delivering the final blow without hesitation:
"You're quite pitiful too. John chose the Vixen without hesitation, even knowing he would have a child with you in the future."
And then your fiancé, the Hawkman who's been entangled with you for over a thousand years, has to come back and continue his messy entanglement. Tsk tsk tsk, you're wasting your talent if you don't go and make an eight o'clock melodramatic TV series."
Every word was like a pinch of salt, precisely sprinkled on her bleeding wound.
Shayera's body trembled slightly. She finally turned her head away from the sea and looked directly at Thor.
" Thor," her voice was dry and hoarse, "Does your universe... need anyone else?"
Thor raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
Shayera continued speaking to herself, as if she were confiding in someone, or perhaps bidding a final farewell:
"This Earth has no place for me. My home planet sees me as a traitor. Ordinary people fear me and distance themselves from me... Even Damian and the others actually despise me deep down. They just don't say it out loud because of your presence."
She lived in a giant cage, surrounded by walls on all sides, with nowhere to escape.
Thor stroked his chin, his fingers lightly tapping his knee.
A Thanagarian... with wings on his back and wielding Nth Metal warhammer.
Yes, in the Marvel Universe, they are indeed a rare species.
Although its combat effectiveness is so-so, it still has collectible value.
He quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind and finally nodded.
"Can."
His answer was concise and to the point.
"However, the place you're going to is a city I rule. You can think of it as an independent dimensional space. It's mostly inhabited by unfortunate souls from different universes."
Upon hearing the word "yes," Shayera's tense body instantly relaxed, as if she had found her last lifeline.
She suddenly asked again, "And what about your own universe?"
Thor was taken aback.
yes.
His own universe... the place where he perished along with a group of villains.
Since his Rebirth in the Knowhere, he has never once thought of going back to see it.
Goodness, I'd completely forgotten about it if you hadn't mentioned it.
I really need to find some time to go and see what it's like over there now.
Just as Thor's thoughts were drifting, a hurried voice came from behind him.
" Thor! Thank you for the treat, but our vacation is over!"
Jason ran towards them, holding up his communicator. " Old Bat has issued an emergency assembly order for the League!"
Thor turned around, looked at his serious expression, and asked, "What's going on?"
Jason took a breath and said very quickly:
"I don't know the specific details! But suddenly, more than a dozen wars and armed conflicts of varying scales have broken out around the world without any warning! Old Bat believes that there is supernatural intervention behind this, possibly related to the Ares!"