The six-colored gemstone radiance floating in the air slowly receded, finally turning into six deep, restrained spots of light on Neos's left gauntlet, as though they had always been part of his power.
Yet beneath that seemingly calm surface lay authority enough to make the entire universe tremble.
The surviving gods, whether they had been scared out of their wits by the might of Neos's single sword strike or had been watching from afar with their own ulterior motives, saw that Neos seemed focused on his own transformation and made no further move. They could not help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and thoughts of retreat arose.
This was no place to linger. This human was far too terrifying. The stones were already beyond hope, so it would be wiser to preserve their lives and return to their own dimensions.
Just as several divine senses began quietly withdrawing, attempting to flee—
Neos moved.
He slowly raised his left hand, embedded with the six Infinity Stones. His thumb and middle finger lightly curled together, forming a gesture that sent the souls of every observer flying—the posture of a snap!
"What is he trying to do?!"
"W-wait!"
"A misunderstanding!!!"
The remaining gods who had participated in the fight for the stones and were still within the battlefield or nearby dimensions went deathly pale!
They knew what that gesture meant. Now that this even more terrifying being had made it, who else could the target be?!
Sure enough, Neos's indifferent gaze swept across those godly figures attempting to escape. There was not the slightest emotion in his eyes, only an experimental scrutiny and an absolute desire for control.
He could personally slaughter these gods one by one.
With his power, combined with the newly acquired might of the stones, doing so