"Boom--Bang!"
With a loud bang, the rear cabin door was pulled open from the outside by brute force.
A violent gust of air rushed in instantly, making everything inside the cabin rattle and whistle.
Thomas Wayne's imposing figure, enveloped in yellow light, stood like a gatekeeper of Hell at the open hatch, coldly glancing back at the two people on the sofa.
"Are you two going?" he asked succinctly, each word dripping with impatience, as if speaking even a single extra word would be a waste of time.
Thor didn't even change his posture; he simply shook his head lazily and waved at him. "I believe you can."
This casual remark leaves one wondering whether it's trust or just a perfunctory response.
Thomas didn't ask any more questions; he simply raised the hand wearing the Yellow Lantern Ring and waved it casually.
A solid yellow light instantly extended out, firmly enveloping Barry Allen before he could react.
Huang Guang dragged the two of them out of the cabin in a flash, instantly disappearing into the dark night sky outside.
Barry's distorted, ghostly scream drifted through the air.
"Wow! Good heavens! If Hal knew I was working with the Yellow Lantern Corps, he'd nag me to death!"
A fierce wind howled, and as the cabin doors closed automatically, the cabin returned to calm.
Tetiyu walked over to Thor, her feet barely touching the floor. She turned her head and looked at the person leaning against the sofa.
"So, this is how you changed these people's original fate?" Tetiyu asked, his tone casual and conversational, "Giving them powers that they didn't even have?"
Thor shifted to a more comfortable position, crossed his legs, and casually grabbed an apple from the fruit plate next to him and took a bite.
"What do you mean by 'gift'?" he mumbled, chewing on an apple. "This is a power that your universe has always possessed. Don't tell me you don't know about the Seven Lantern Corps. I simply placed the Lantern Ring in the hands of the person most suited to it."
Tetiyu didn't respond to that, but instead took half a step forward.
"And what happened to all those Asgard artifacts you created back on Earth-12?" she asked slowly, deliberately. "Those aren't things that should exist in that universe."
Thor paused, then threw the apple core he had just finished eating into the trash can.
"I remember these trivial matters, but they're not within your jurisdiction, are they?" he retorted.
Death governs life and death, so when did it also start governing the origins of divine artifacts?
Tetiyu chuckled softly. Her laughter lacked the haughty demeanor of a high-and-mighty deity; instead, it revealed a mischievousness reminiscent of a girl next door.
"What's wrong? Humans are all curious, but I, a god, am not allowed to be curious? That's too domineering."
She pulled over a chair, straddled it, and sat down, draping her arms over the back of the chair.
"Furthermore, you should know better than me that the Flash will eventually overturn this reality. This universe should never have been born in the first place. You give them power and let them win this war that should have ended in destruction. What's the point? Just for fun?"
Thor leaned back on the cushion, staring at the overhead lights.
"I don't know either." He spread his hands. "Maybe I just wanted to try it out. Then again, if I forcibly separate these two universes and let them operate independently, God probably won't interfere, right?"
" God doesn't care," Tetiyu shook his head, tapping his fingers lightly on the back of his chair, "But I will."
She moved a little closer.
"So many beings want to join my embrace; that's the life of an entire universe—it's a super-sized order. And you know, the Flashpoint Universe shouldn't even exist."
Tetiyu extended a finger and gently poked Thor's chest. "Or are you, Thor, planning to steal my clients again?"
Thor was poked and leaned back.
This woman, who clearly governs death, doesn't exude any chilling aura; instead, she carries a strange sense of tranquility.
"Isn't there any other way to make an exception?" he asked.
"Yes," Tetiyu answered readily, "What can you offer me in exchange? Offer something that interests me, and I might consider it."
Thor mentally reviewed his entire inventory.
A magical artifact? This woman wouldn't even consider it.
Rules? She has her own.
Lifespan? Are you kidding me? Giving someone who doesn't lack lifespan a longer lifespan? He's practically insane.
"Forget it," he waved his hand. "This is what you love to do most, isn't it? I'd better not take what others love away."
Tetiyu stood up and began circling the sofa where Thor was sitting.
"You really know me well," she said as she walked. "So guess what else I like to do besides harvesting Soul Stone?"
Without even thinking, Thor blurted out, "Collect vintage soft hats, and keep two goldfish."
Tetiyu stopped in his tracks.
The cabin was silent for a full three seconds.
She tilted her head and looked Thor up and down.
"You installed surveillance cameras in my house?" she asked. "How did you know? Or... am I just too charming for you to resist, so you secretly followed me?"
Thor rolled his eyes inwardly.
This woman is so bored she's practically sick.
The Endless has lived for countless eons since its demise; is this all they ever think about?
But then again, there's a saying, "A woman three years older than you is like holding a gold brick; a woman three thousand years older than you is like ascending to immortality." These women are probably billions of years old. What kind of reward would you get if you actually managed to latch onto such a powerful figure?
Tetiyu looked at him without saying a word, then chuckled again.
"Looks like I was right." She leaned down, her black curly hair cascading down. " Thor, you really do have your eye on me, don't you?"
Bang!
The hatch was violently ripped open again.
A gust of wind swept in again, breaking the strange atmosphere in the cabin.
A flash of yellow light, and Thomas slammed Barry heavily onto the metal floor.
As the light faded, the Old Bat remained the same menacing, unapproachable figure he was.
Barry scrambled to his feet, still clutching something tightly in his arms—or rather, a person.
A thin, bony girl with black hair, wearing a white lab coat and a gaunt face.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her breathing so faint it was almost imperceptible; she seemed poised to take her last breath at any moment.
"My God!" Barry gasped, carefully placing the girl on the empty seat beside him. "I never imagined Clark had a cousin! These military guys are insane; they've been keeping her in the Red Sun like a guinea pig!"
Thomas walked to the control panel and took back control of the plane without even turning his head.
"Kid," he pressed a switch, and the engine roared louder, "There's a lot you don't know."
Barry wanted to say something more.
boom!
The plane suddenly lurched violently without warning, and a sickening metallic tearing sound came from the right wing.
A piercing alarm instantly filled the cabin, and red warning lights flashed wildly.
"What's going on? Anti-aircraft missiles?" Barry jumped up in fright.
Thor turned his head, his gaze passing through the reinforced glass of the porthole to the night sky outside.
A figure hovered amidst the raging wind and rain in the dark clouds.
That's Wonder Woman Diana.
She was wearing armor, and her long, black hair danced wildly in the wind.
She gripped the gleaming Sword of Hephaestus with both hands, raised it high above her head, aimed it at the airplane cabin, and brought it down fiercely.