Adam was wrapped tightly inside the Golden Cocoon, bundled up like a zongzi.
Dark-red currents of magical power flowed over Wanda's body, while a faint layer of flame emerged across Jean's face and arms.
As for Thor, Captain Marvel, and Hercules, each displayed their own outward symptoms, but without exception, they had all passed out.
Stark suspected that he was the only person awake on the entire Earth—perhaps even in the whole world. An unknown energy was helping him withstand the impact of the universe's laws.
Though he doubted it would do much good, he tapped his chest and equipped his nano armor. Holding the Ultimate Eraser, he shouted into the air, "Hey, I'm ready over here. If you... wait, wait!?"
Before he could finish, he felt an incomparably powerful force seem to smash him into molecules before reassembling him somewhere else.
It was fast—truly fast. There had not been even a moment to hesitate or think. It was incredibly efficient.
It was just that being treated like a machine, taken apart and put back together, felt extremely unpleasant.
The instant he opened his eyes, he saw the glittering Living Tribunal standing not far away.
The Living Tribunal looked miserable. Its golden light remained, but it was visibly several degrees dimmer. Of its three faces, only the one in the middle was still functioning. One of the faces on either side was almost completely destroyed, while the other seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Its enormous body was covered in wounds. Half of its left palm was missing, along with its thumb, index finger, and middle finger.
The Living Tribunal no longer had anything to do with majesty. It looked like a warrior on the verge of collapse.
Stark had no idea whether it had noticed him, so he