Strike from the Moon!

Damn it. I pushed it too far!

A flicker of regret crossed Link's mind. He had still underestimated the madman who had waged war across the universe for a thousand years. Thanos understood power as more than brute force; he knew how to exploit conflicts between the Laws to create an opening. The old bastard really knows his stuff.

The five Stones clashed wildly inside the gauntlet, like five primordial beasts locked in one cage, tearing at one another. Reality's red light, Time's green glow, Power's violet flame, Soul's orange radiance, and Space's deep blue intertwined into an energy storm fierce enough to tear apart his Divine Body. It surged up his arm and savaged his will.

Pain bored into his bones, more violent than any injury he had ever suffered. It was not merely physical. The Laws themselves were tearing him apart.

Thanos caught the fleeting look of pain on Link's face. He knew this was his only chance—a once-in-a-thousand-years opening to decide the battle in a single stroke.

Without hesitation, he raised the gauntlet holding his lone Space Stone. This time, he abandoned intricate attacks with the Laws. He chose the most primitive, most shocking, most overwhelming violence.

The Space Stone blazed brighter than ever, as though a violet supernova had erupted in his palm.

Bzzzt—!

A visible ripple of space spread outward from Thanos. Then the sky above Wakanda seemed to split open beneath the hand of an unseen god. It was no Boom Tube, but a purer, more violent rift in space.

Beyond the rift lay a silent gray world pocked with craters.

Earth's satellite—the moon!

On the ground, heroes and soldiers fighting for their lives instinctively stopped and stared up in horror at the impossible sight.

"My God... What is that?" Inside Tony Stark's Iron