Five years had passed in the blink of an eye.
In truth, neither Noah nor Thor, nor the upper echelons of the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle world, had expected that the decisive battle they had been waiting and preparing for would still not have truly begun after five years.
Noah and the others had no idea what Thanos and the Kree were thinking. Conflicts of every scale had never stopped over the past five years, and several times they had thought the war was truly about to begin.
Yet for some unknown reason, everything would inexplicably come to a halt at the very last moment. It seemed that neither the Kree nor Thanos intended to truly start fighting.
Both Noah and Thor found this baffling. If they wanted to fight, then fight—why did they always stop at the critical moment?
It felt like... cough, cough, cough. Still, if they did not want to fight, then so be it. Maintaining the current state of affairs was not a bad choice either.
Over these five years, the soldiers of the Muggle world had gotten a proper taste of what the alien world was really like, and more and more soldiers continued to arrive.
Fighting in space was completely different from fighting on Earth, and these soldiers had found it extraordinarily difficult to adapt at first.
Not only did they have to endure the many inconveniences of space and learn how to operate the Sky Carriers, but they also frequently had to wear cumbersome space suits and go out to train for combat. The unlucky ones might even run into actual battle.
Fortunately, they learned quickly, and Tony's presence meant that their equipment was constantly being upgraded.
Originally, their equipment could only be described as exceptionally bulky, but as time passed,