He wore the Infinity Gauntlet on his left hand and held it before him, the six stones glowing on the back of his hand.
Six stones.
Six colors.
Six powers.
The purple Power Stone, the orange Soul Stone, the red Reality Stone.
The blue Space Stone, the green Time Stone, the yellow Mind Stone.
They glowed on the back of his hand, their light intertwining to form a constantly rotating energy field like a galaxy.
The energy field enveloped Thanos's body. Six-colored light flowed across his skin, and his eyes became vortices of six colors.
His body had grown larger than before—not physically, but in terms of his very existence.
His figure cast a shadow across half the continent from the sky, though it was not a real shadow.
It was a spiritual and psychological sensation that made every creature who saw him feel despair welling up from the depths of their hearts.
On the streets of New York, people stopped in their tracks and looked up at the giant in the sky.
There was no fear on their faces, not because they were unafraid.
It was because their fear had exceeded what they could bear, turning into a numb blankness where they could feel nothing at all.
Amid the ruins of Wakanda, the workers rebuilding the nation stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky.
T'Challa stood atop the highest point of the ruins, the Black Panther Suit reflecting the six-colored light in the sky. His eyes narrowed, and his lips pressed into a tight line.
On the grounds of Avengers Headquarters stood Tony, Steve, Natasha, and Carol.
Everyone raised their heads and looked at the figure in the sky.
Carol's hair fluttered in the wind. Her body had yet to fully recover.
The life force