Gorr gripped All-Black the Necrosword and looked up at the sky, his face expressionless.
It was night, and countless stars twinkled overhead.
Beyond the stars, a Floating City hung in midair.
Gods loved building extravagant palaces with no real purpose, all to flaunt their greatness.
They failed to understand that true greatness was not displayed through power. It came from being praised by people who meant it.
And these Gods did not deserve to be called great.
He could see starving people beneath the palace, and beggars who had died by the roadside without anyone sparing them a glance.
This world was sick.
The Gods sat above everyone, enjoying resources that never ran dry, while mortals lived like ants. Even in death, they earned no more than a passing glance from a God.
Thinking of his daughter and his people, Gorr tightened his grip on All-Black the Necrosword and walked forward, one step at a time.
He would end this unjust world, this world where power ruled and mortals were worth less than ants.
But just as he was about to take flight, everything went black. He lost consciousness.
Thanos looked at the unconscious Gorr in his hand and felt as though he had done something momentous.
He had actually saved the gods of this universe.
Shaking his head, he grabbed Gorr and took him back to his own universe.
On an unnamed desert planet in the Milky Way.
After an unknown length of time.
Gorr slowly woke from his stupor.
The instant he woke, he clenched All-Black the Necrosword and scanned his surroundings warily.
But he found no enemies nearby, and all his limbs were intact.
The only strange thing was that the landscape had changed, as had the Fixed Star in the sky.
This was not the