I was wrong. I was truly wrong. From the very beginning, I never should have gone to Xandar. If I hadn't gone to Xandar, I wouldn't have been sent to sign this alliance treaty. If I hadn't signed it, I wouldn't have been cornered here, and I wouldn't have ended up in this dangerous place.
All along the way, Evenson had been endlessly muttering to himself. Although he had prepared himself beforehand, Thanos's reputation preceded him. Now that he was suddenly about to meet such a major figure, he still felt enormous pressure.
What he regretted even more was that he should not have tried so hard to drive Carol away a few days ago. Had he known this would happen, he should have treated her like an honored guest. If she had come with him today, he would not have been so frightened.
Before long, Evenson and Gabriel were led into the great hall. Its decor was drastically different from the exterior of the spacecraft. Outside, the ship looked resplendent in gold and jade, but the hall was dominated by black, giving it a solemn and majestic air. The walls seemed not to have been carefully carved; they rose in layered, sharply angular formations, and it was impossible to tell whether they were made of metal or stone.
At the center of the hall stood a massive black iron throne. Seated upon it was a giant clad from head to toe in golden armor. This had to be the dreaded Thanos.
He was about the same size as Hulk. His purple face could hardly be called handsome, especially his somewhat oversized chin, which was covered in cracks like blade marks. But that did not matter. Discussing the appearance of someone like Thanos was far too shallow.
His deep-set gaze