Dozens of figures of every shape and size stood in a row on the cobbled-together pirate ship's deck.
The one at the front stood out the most.
He stood three meters tall, with purple skin and a chin covered in knife scars.
He wore a ragged cloak stitched together from trophies taken from different timelines.
A golden gauntlet covered his left hand.
It had the shape of the Infinity Gauntlet, but all six gem sockets were empty, without a single stone.
A Thanos variant.
Behind him stood an elderly Loki in green robes, his hair graying.
A corrupted Doctor Strange, wrapped in bandages, with a mechanical prosthetic embedded in his left eye socket.
There were also several mutants and aliens Lynn could not name.
The Thanos variant spread his arms and roared at the Miracle's viewport.
"I am the king of these ruins!"
His voice crossed the vacuum, echoing between the two ships through some kind of magical amplification.
"I've survived in this junkyard for seventeen hundred years! Every stone, every bone belongs to me!"
"Hand over your ship, your supplies, and everything valuable you have!"
"Or else..."
He raised the empty Infinity Gauntlet, spread his fingers, and made an elaborate show of preparing to clench his fist.
Lynn looked at the empty gauntlet, and a muscle twitched at the corner of his mouth.
The two Tyrant clones behind him let out low growls, denting the metal deck beneath their feet.
The white flames in the purple-skinned clone's eyes flared, while the Omega Effect across the rocky clone's body lit up dark red.
"No need."
Lynn raised his right hand, stopping his two enforcers.
He lifted his chaos-gray right arm.
With his sleeve rolled up, the Six Infinity Stones flowed through the veins beneath his skin: purple, blue, green, yellow,