Inscription of Salvation

Outside the cabin.

Thor set down Stormbreaker and sat on the steps where Thanos had been sitting not long ago, staring blankly at the lush greenery before him.

Better late than never.

But if half the sheep in the pen had already died, the losses could not be recovered merely by repairing the fence.

Thor sank into overwhelming self-reproach. Since he had just been able to chop off Thanos's head with one swing of his axe, it meant that he truly could have done so back then.

Only...

Everything was too late...

Inside the cabin.

"..."

Everyone had been silently staring at Thanos's corpse for a long time.

Having lost all his companions, Rocket spread his hands and asked, "What are we supposed to do next? Are we just going to accept this outcome? What about the people who have already died? Hey! Say something! Aren't you the Avengers?!"

"..."

Everyone remained silent. Now that the Infinity Stones were gone, where could they possibly find a way to make up for everything?

They were... nothing more than ordinary people who were slightly stronger than most.

"Now..." Tony murmured, then suddenly asked, "Nebula, do you remember that white-haired guy we met before?"

"The white-haired guy?" Nebula looked at Tony and nodded. "Of course I remember."

"What was that?" Steve Rogers looked at the two of them in confusion. The moment Carol heard the term "white-haired guy," she looked utterly miserable, and even her stomach began to cramp.

"Do you remember what he said before he disappeared?" Tony asked again.

"Mm..." Nebula frowned as she recalled it. "We'll meet again?"

"Earlier than that."

"You'll find out. There's still a troublesome guy on my side throwing a tantrum. See you in the future—no, see you in the past—no, that's not right either. Anyway—"