The Titan Reduced to Dust!

The rainbow divine light slowly faded, and Link's figure came into focus again.

He hovered quietly in midair, without any extravagant energy effects surrounding him. His eyes were as calm as stagnant water, as though the baptism of cosmic laws that could have reshaped the universe had been nothing more than a hot bath to him.

But everyone who saw him, hero or enemy, felt a shudder deep in their souls.

It was the most instinctive awe and fear a living being could feel when faced with an existence from a higher dimension.

Thanos looked at Link before him, and his heart, once as firm as stone in its pursuit of "balance," finally shattered completely.

He knew he had lost utterly.

He had not lost in strength or strategy. He had lost to "destiny."

The universe had not chosen him. Instead, it had chosen this man before him, whom he could not understand at all.

He had struggled his entire life, pursued his goal his entire life, sacrificed his entire life—only to pave the way for someone else.

At that thought, Thanos actually grew calm.

He did not beg for mercy or roar in defiance. For a philosopher who regarded death as the universe's ultimate balance, his own death was merely another part of returning to that balance.

He simply gazed at Link and, speaking almost as an equal, asked the last question of his life:

"What will you do?"

"Will you bring balance... to this overcrowded universe, as I would have?"

This was his obsession, and his last remaining pride. He wanted to know whether the final victor would agree with his ideals.

On Earth, all the surviving heroes held their breath as well.

Captain America, Batman, Wonder Woman... they all wanted to know the answer. How would this