It was as though the apocalyptic scene just moments ago had been nothing more than a collective hallucination.
Sunlight shone down once more, but a faint scent of roses still lingered in the air.
Wanda lowered her hand and turned, her red coat tracing an elegant arc in the wind.
Without sparing another glance at anyone below, she walked straight back through the rooftop door, as though she had merely come out to take out the trash.
She left behind a silent New York and a group of superheroes utterly consumed by self-doubt.
The End of Time, Knowhere.
The battle here was billions of times more brutal than that brief farce on Earth.
Golden temporal energy and red antimatter energy were still locked in the most savage, most primitive exchange of fire.
The spatial structure of the entire dimension had been churned into a boiling mess by those two forces.
Shattered fragments of laws and twisted fractures in causality were everywhere.
The black castle that stood at the endpoint of time had long since lost its original mystery and majesty.
Around the castle, the golden shield woven from countless timelines.
It was now covered in spiderweb cracks, flickering as though it might shatter completely at any moment.
Half of the castle's tower had been sheared away, and its walls were riddled with irreparable black holes left by the corrosion of antimatter energy.
The ground was littered with fragments of temporal defenses reduced to antimatter dust.
Those had been the defensive legions, composed of countless Variants, that He Who Remains had deployed over countless past epochs to deal with every kind of crisis.
Now they had been wiped out to the last soldier.
The Anti-Monitor's indescribably enormous body still towered between heaven and earth.
Although a few faint scratches had