On Sanctum One, the massive Starry Sky Giant Ship.
A huge purple figure sat upon the throne, both hands resting on the armrests as he sat perfectly upright and still.
He sat there silently without moving at all. Even his breathing was almost inaudible, as if he were a flawless statue.
Yet no one could ignore the enormous figure above them.
Even standing beside him, the people around him hardly dared to breathe too loudly, afraid of disturbing the person seated on the throne.
Outside, however, a tall, slender figure was walking this way. He wore a strange, tight-fitting robe, his expression gloomy as he approached in a straight line.
A few tufts of white fur grew from the back of his head. His face was bizarre, his nose bridge protruded greatly, his complexion was haggard, and he had massive brow ridges.
Yet on that somewhat ghastly face was a flexible mouth.
At this moment, his mouth was tightly shut as he stood before Thanos without uttering a word.
No one dared to speak in the entire space.
Facing the massive purple figure seated on the throne, no one could remain relaxed.
After a few seconds, Thanos finally spoke. "Black Tongue Strategist, how did the investigation go?"
His voice was slightly oppressive, and it was clear that Thanos was not in a good mood.
"We've confirmed it. Ronan did indeed die in the Void Land, on The Collector's territory. As for his opponent, it wasn't Difan. He couldn't have done it."
Ebony Maw spoke slowly.
"Dark Star was destroyed. The entire Destroyer Legion and Legion of the Damned were deployed, and all of them were destroyed."
"According to the investigation, Difan's planetary guards suffered very few injuries. It can even be said that their deployment sustained no casualties at all."