Even after decades of traveling the universe and seeing all manner of things, Captain Marvel couldn't help feeling a chill at the sight of these strange phenomena.
"What is going on? Why is this happening?"
Thanos said gravely, "A Dimension Lord has arrived."
Captain Marvel looked left and right, then asked in confusion, "A Dimension Lord? Why can't I see them?"
The Dimension Lords she'd encountered before had been enormous and impossible to miss.
So why couldn't she see this one? She couldn't even sense them.
Thanos suddenly turned a cold gaze on Captain Marvel. "Because this time, it's the Nightmare Lord. He rules dreams. He can drag living beings into them by force, feeds on people's dreams, and can even... control their minds!"
With that, he raised the Tyrant's Blade and slashed at her.
Swish! Captain Marvel's head fell to the ground.
Strangely, no blood sprayed from her neck. Her body didn't even fall.
A moment later, Captain Marvel's figure shifted into a bizarre form.
The figure stood over two meters tall, with a golden shell and sharp claws. Something like a long blade extended from each elbow, far longer than his arms.
He had no feet, only a smoky lower body. A metallic mask seemed to cover his face, with no mouth, nose, or ears—only a pair of jet-black eyes.
He was the Nightmare Lord. No one knew his name. They knew only that he ruled the Dream Dimension and could swallow the waking world in dreams.
"Heh, heh, heh..."
After that strange laugh, Nightmare asked in a hoarse, hollow voice, "How did you find me?"
He was confident in the dream he'd made. It was indistinguishable from reality; there should have been no flaws to spot.
So he was curious how Thanos had realized this was a