"Master, he's dead."
Ebony Maw ran a hand over Cull Obsidian's charred corpse, which was still standing, and shook his head at Thanos on the throne.
Thanos propped his cheek on one hand and looked expressionlessly at the trembling dance hall owner beside him.
"I really don't know who he is!"
The dance hall owner wailed as he dropped to his knees, pleading with Thanos. "Our planet gets so many visitors every day! We can't possibly know every single one of them!"
Thanos looked away and waved a hand dismissively. "Then he's of no use."
Before the dance hall owner could say anything else, Proxima Midnight drove her spear clean through him from behind. He fell to the floor, horror frozen on his face.
"Master, let me find that man and the Death Vanguard and lay their heads before you!"
Pulling her spear from the dance hall owner's corpse, Proxima Midnight stepped forward and volunteered.
"There's no need to waste time. We can go straight to the prince who lost my stone... Ebony Maw, I'll leave this to you."
Thanos rejected Proxima Midnight's suggestion and put Ebony Maw in charge instead. He had already wasted far too much time searching for the Death Vanguard and Gamora, and he was thoroughly sick of this game of hide-and-seek.
"As you will, my master."
Ebony Maw placed a hand over his chest and bowed to Thanos on the throne, accepting his orders.
Thanos nodded, then made his throne rise into the air and fly toward his mothership, leaving them with one final instruction. "Deal with the people here according to our usual rules."
At Thanos's command, his subordinates swiftly went into action, randomly wiping out half the population of Contraxia as they always did.
Although Contraxia was a tourist planet and faced no