A "Reply" for Thanos!

The battlefield fell deathly silent.

The star system that had just rung with battle cries and cannon fire was now empty and clean, as though a fanatical cleaner had swept through it with the most efficient tool imaginable.

Apart from Link's flagship, the Jokester, Harley's small fighter, Kraglin's Marauder fleet, and the lone Milano, not a scrap of Thanos's forces remained.

Wearing the glove set with two Infinity Stones, Link slowly drifted up to the Milano's viewport.

The Reality Stone's red glow mingled with the Power Stone's purple light, casting shifting shadows across his face. He looked like a god—or a demon.

His gaze settled unerringly on Gamora.

"You're Thanos's daughter, aren't you?"

Link did not speak loudly, but his voice carried clearly onto the Milano's bridge. Every word struck the crew like a hammer blow.

Gamora went rigid. She looked up and met Link's eyes. They were so deep she could not see the bottom, as though they held the birth and death of an entire universe.

She gritted her teeth and forced out a single word. "Yes."

"Good." Link nodded, a faint smile of satisfaction on his face. "Take a message to your 'father' for me."

A messenger?

Gamora froze. She had thought he would kill her—or turn her into some grotesque work of art, as he had Proxima Midnight.

A messenger delivered right to my door. Might as well use her.

Link felt nothing in particular.

And she's his most 'beloved' adopted daughter. A message delivered through her will carry enough weight... and enough humiliation.

Thanos, you like playing the lonely ruler above it all, don't you? Today, I'll give you a little taste of Titan terror.

With that thought, Link slowly raised his left hand, the one wearing the Infinity Gauntlet.

The movement was unhurried, yet