[That marked the second time she'd mentioned that name. Was she another Eternal? That question could wait as he listened.

There were the vaguest of whispers, texts older than many of the shelves in the libraries of Asgard, that suggested something grand and so ancient they predated history. It was so vague and elusive it was the stuff of myth and legend, terms that took on a deeper meaning when viewed through the eyes of the Land Eternal.

Eternal. He never would have dreamed he'd meet one, let alone that they had been living on Midgard this entire time. Still, her tale wasn't without a sort of amusement, sick as the joke might have been.]

And so you were created to clean up a cosmic mistake their creators lost control of. Suddenly, I feel much better about losing a game of wits. Even the creators of the universe miscalculate.

[Her tale did bring something else in question, though.]

If the Celestials created all life, everywhere, why would it be necessary to wipe out the apex predators they themselves created? Why not assure intelligent life be able to fend for itself?