Thanos was still looking in the direction of Morgan Manor, vigilance and confusion flickering in his six-colored eyes.
He sensed a powerful energy surging from that direction. It was not the energy of the Infinity Stones, nor was it any energy he knew.
It was unfamiliar, ancient, as though it came from before the birth of the universe—an energy more fundamental than the Infinity Stones.
Then, the space before him split open.
A blue rift opened before him. It was not the glow of the Space Stone, but a purer spatial tear created without any medium.
A man stepped out of the rift.
Silver-white hair, golden eyes.
No, they were not golden. They were a flowing light beyond color itself, like the aurora.
He was about the same height as an ordinary person, yet his very presence made Thanos's six Stones flash violently at once.
He wore a simple dark shirt and trousers, identical in style to the outfit he had worn before his transformation.
But that earlier outfit had already turned to ash in the extreme heat.
These were not his original clothes. They had been condensed from his own energy.
They looked like clothing, but were actually an extension of his body's energy field.
Loren Morgan.
Thanos instinctively took half a step back.
It was not fear. At this moment, he was not someone who could feel fear.
After all, he wore an Infinity Gauntlet fully equipped with all six Stones.
This was a deeper, more primal instinctive reaction.
It was his body automatically adjusting to an unassessable threat, trying to gain more time to react.
Loren stood before Thanos, less than five meters away.
His feet rested on the rubble, yet made no sound.
Not because he was light, but because his energy field had completely isolated