Thanos sat in the royal palace of the Dark Dimension, staring silently at the defense map.
For all these years, the planet he had once called his stronghold, which contained countless ambitions and hopes, had remained sealed away. During these turbulent decades, it had made no progress whatsoever, and even its defensive measures had become hopelessly outdated. The generals who had once followed him into battle had let their skills rust away as well.
And now, there were six Magnetos outside his stronghold. Six.
Thanos was already considering what he should say to the Death Goddess when he saw her again.
"Thanos, I believe this isn't the outcome either of us wanted." Charles's voice rang in his mind. That meant the Dark Dimension's shield could not stop him at all.
Thanos did not respond. He merely said mockingly, "I didn't expect you to think so highly of me. You actually sent this many Magnetos."
Charles, far away in the Andromeda galaxy, said nothing. In truth, he had not sent them. When they heard Thanos was being attacked, this bunch had gone there voluntarily.
At first, they had planned to send only Erik. After all, this Thanos had neither the Infinity Gauntlet nor those formidable generals, had barely any army left, and his base had virtually no defenses. One Hand could have dealt with him.
But Thanos's reputation in other universes was indeed immense. The Mutants of those universes all assumed this would be a major battle and insisted on coming along. More than six Magnetos had gone this time; there were also Scarlet Witches, Phoenixes, Psylockes, Cyclopses, Fire Gods, and others from various universes.
And there was more than one of each. Most of them had sent five or six. Put it this way: even if the Temple of Eternity