The vast main city of U40 Planet lay in deathly silence.
Beckett's godlike figure standing in the air left everyone speechless.
He was a man whom even the Planetary Defense System could not stop. Everyone watching the battle through livestreams trembled, panic slowly spreading through their hearts.
"That was... a Plasma Cannon..."
Trembling voices, terrified eyes—beneath the azure sky, that arrogant figure with his head tilted and chin raised brought unprecedented terror to those on the ground.
Baltan and Gesra, U40 Planet's two strongest military generals, had died without even ashes remaining, their bodies completely dissolving into the air.
"Rejoice!"
"The great Son of Titan! The awe-inspiring Lord of Chitauri Prime, His Highness Beckett!"
"At this very moment, he has completed a conquest spanning dozens of star systems!"
With a fanatical expression, The Other leaned on the Azure Scepter and knelt on one knee, chanting a hymn in Beckett's honor. His passionate voice echoed in the ears of everyone who had watched the battle through the various livestreams.
Astra stood silently where he was. He did not mock The Other for jumping out to flatter Beckett again, instead calmly gazing at where Baltan and Gesra had vanished. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but could not bring himself to speak.
Though his great vengeance had been fulfilled, he felt no joy whatsoever. Instead, there was an indescribable sense of strangeness. It was as though... as though all of this had been planned in advance. He could not explain why he felt that way.
"Now, the coordinates."
Ignoring The Other, who was still chanting his praises, Beckett slowly descended before the distracted Astra.
"I know them. Should I give them to you, or directly to Thanos?" Astra stopped wasting words and efficiently had Beckett choose the delivery address and