Thanos had three Infinity Stones. With the connection between the Infinity Stones and the universe, he had enough to gather the remaining Stones. Stephen Strange's final plan to scatter the Infinity Stones across the universe had officially come to nothing.
And Thanos possessed the Space Stone, which allowed him to reach anywhere at any time. His ambition to collect all the Infinity Stones would be even easier to achieve.
Stephen Strange's heart was filled with an indescribable mixture of rage, sorrow, and grief.
"Ha ha ha... Ah... ha ha... You'll never gather all six Infinity Stones! Thanos, with his three Infinity Stones, will kill you!!"
Loki's agonized howls, mixed with wild laughter, echoed through Asgard's night sky.
He-El guessed that Loki felt proud of himself, pleased that he had outmaneuvered him.
But Loki had not exceeded He-El's expectations. This was all he amounted to.
The massive hand gripping Loki's head casually flung him toward Stephen Strange.
Loki scraped and rolled across the ground, miserably thrown before Stephen Strange and the others by He-El.
"You're not killing me!?" Loki rolled to a stop before Stephen Strange. His hair was disheveled, his once-elegant clothes torn to rags, blood trickling from his temple, and the upper half of his face bruised and swollen. He was utterly unrecognizable as the formerly graceful God of Mischief.
He climbed up from the ground, disbelief and astonishment flashing in his eyes. He had treated He-El like this, even given the Space Stone to Thanos to deal with He-El, and he was not going to kill him?
Loki was somewhat hysterical. He vaguely understood why He-El was sparing him, but he refused to face it, refused to know, refused to think it through. With his tangled hair and bruised face, he looked savage and deranged.
It was not