Final Farewell, the End of the Endgame

The Final Farewell, the End of the Endgame

Inside the Mirror Dimension over New York City.

After Kyle appeared, Thanos did not make another move. He knew very well that before Kyle, seizing someone else's Infinity Stones was not realistic.

So.

Thanos simply watched Kyle calmly, watching this man whose strength was so overwhelming that he could no longer be considered human, a man unmatched even within the Galactic Alliance.

Kyle quietly watched him as well. Thanos was exactly as he had imagined: tall, powerfully built, ugly, with a cracked rectangular face and an aura of energy that made even his body tremble.

Long, long ago, during World War II and the Battle of New York—from the instant they came into contact with the Stones—they had already indirectly clashed.

Loki and Lorna had even become pieces in each other's game.

In this century-long hidden contest, Kyle had won at times, and Thanos had won at others. Yet until now, the two had never truly met.

Only at this moment could this be considered their first meeting.

One mountain could not hold two tigers. One Marvel universe could not contain two supreme powerhouses competing for the Stones.

"I regret something now. I regret trusting that useless Loki during the Battle of New York and not leading my army here personally." Thanos's gaze fell on the cloud of spatial mist behind Kyle. Only a true Space Primordial Stone could create mist capable of directly opening the Mirror Dimension.

In other words, Kyle now possessed two Infinity Stones: the Space Primordial Stone and the Power Primordial Stone. If the Time Stone intercepted by Yutong's soul was included, then he held three.

There were six Infinity Stones in the universe. Now, Kyle and Thanos had divided them evenly, three each.

The only difference was