Proxima Midnight pointed at the surrounding Chitauri. "The mission is clear, right? These guys are all under your command. Complete the mission properly. I'm leaving first."
She withdrew with effortless swagger, leaving the Chitauri who had been fighting to the death moments ago as Thanos's assistants.
The whole thing reeked of malice, yet Thanos had no way to refuse. No matter what he did, he needed helpers. To awaken Death, he especially could not work alone. Some subordinates were indispensable.
Carrying his double-edged warblade, he entered the Chitauri warship, calibrated the coordinates, and headed for a planet deep in the cosmos.
Thanos loved Death. At least, he once had.
Just as Stark had prepared countless contingencies for Earth's safety, Thanos had also prepared many measures to win Death's love. Big Orange now wanted to use those measures to set Death's chaotic thoughts straight again.
Thanos had wandered the universe for over a thousand years. During that time, he had visited many places and encountered many intelligent life-forms. Some were clever, while others were foolish.
Most of those races had been kind. Back when Thanos considered himself a good person, he bestowed his blessing upon them. Always one to leave himself a backup plan, he had even very foresightedly spared one lone survivor from each race.
He could no longer remember what he had been thinking at the time, but that was what he had done.
He had hidden those lone survivors on a planet deep in the universe, each equipped with entirely different life-support systems. Apart from a few with lifespans so short that they had died on their own, the rest were still alive.
Any one of them would have been a rare race The Collector dreamed of obtaining. Gamora would originally have been among them as well, but