As long as Thanos sent troops to help him complete his revenge, Astra would give him the exact coordinates of that mysterious cosmic power. In Astra's view, this was an extremely fair deal.
That mysterious and powerful cosmic force was not especially useful to Astra himself. He had tested it. Judging from the tiny fragment of power he had received, his body simply could not withstand a complete infusion of that power. He might as well use the coordinates to make a deal with Thanos.
After all, when it came to killing, Thanos was a professional.
"I accept."
Inside the Dark Order base, Astra lay on his bed, staring blankly at the magnificent starry sky beyond the window. Thanos's words accepting the deal echoed in his ears as thoughts churned in his mind.
He had insomnia.
Perhaps it was the unfamiliar surroundings, perhaps the excitement of making the deal, or perhaps something else. In any case, he could not sleep. No amount of alcohol helped.
"Why is this happening?"
"I've clearly achieved my goal. Thanos clearly agreed just as I expected..."
Unable to sleep no matter how he tossed and turned, Astra chose to leave his room and breathe some fresh air outside the base to clear his head. Yet among the hills beyond the base, he saw Thanos and Beckett.
One wore golden armor, while the other gleamed in silver.
The scattered rubble beneath their feet was crushed as fists and palms flew in a dazzling exchange that was impossible to follow.
"You've improved again."
Thanos withdrew his fist and stood with his hands behind his back, looking at his son, whose breathing was slightly hurried. His eyes were filled with satisfaction.
"I am proud of you, my child."
After only a brief spar, Thanos had already noticed that