The spatial rift closed behind them.
Everyone stopped in their tracks.
Tony's faceplate snapped open. His mouth moved, but not a word came out.
Thor's hand shook around Stormbreaker. Not from fear—from the force of what he was seeing.
Even Strange, who had seen countless dimensional wonders, could only let out a low sigh.
It was an altar.
An altar built from planets.
Countless dead planetary husks slowly revolved in the void, arranged according to some bizarre geometry.
Each was as large as Earth. Some were even larger.
As if drawn by invisible threads, they rose layer upon layer until they vanished beyond sight.
Chu Hang made a rough count.
At least three thousand.
Three thousand planets. Three thousand worlds that had once nurtured civilizations, all reduced to bricks for this altar.
Above the altar hung a massive eye.
Or rather, the outline of an eye socket.
A pitch-black rim around a hollow center, like a door that had yet to open.
No pupil. No light. It simply hung there, motionless.
But Chu Hang could feel it watching them.
Watching the entire Multiverse.
Wanda instinctively held Adam tighter. Chaos Magic formed a thin shield around her.
Strangely, Adam didn't cry.
The newborn stared straight at the Void Eye, wide-eyed. Whether the look on his little face was curiosity or something else, Chu Hang couldn't tell.
Chu Hang noticed.
The Void Origin inside Adam had begun to fluctuate again, faster than before, almost resonating with the altar.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
"Is this what they wanted?" Clark asked from beside him, anger tight in his voice. "To build this thing out of the remains of countless civilizations?"
Chu Hang didn't answer right away.
In his silver-white pupils, Observation of All Things ran at full power. Streams of data raced past