Judgment from the Stars!

Link paid no attention to the turmoil and fear in those mortal heroes' hearts.

To him now, their thoughts were as meaningless as ants at his feet debating whether it would rain tomorrow.

Holding Harley, he took a single step. Space shifted, and he was back upon the Throne in Wakanda.

This chair, forged from vibranium and a symbol of royal authority, had now become his temporary seat from which to look down upon the entire Earth.

"How does it feel?" Link asked softly.

"Amazing!" Harley curled up in Link's arms like a cat, toying with the edge of his shirt. "Are we the king and queen of the universe now? Where should we go play next? How about painting the moon pink?"

Her thoughts jumped around as wildly as ever.

"Of course." Link smiled and flicked a finger. Far away in space, a vast stretch of the moon's surface really was instantly enveloped in a faint pink glow.

This was the most trivial application of the Reality Stone.

He savored this peace, this feeling of doing whatever he pleased and controlling everything.

This was what he wanted.

Not for some lofty ideal, nor for the balance of the universe, but simply because he could.

He was the rules themselves.

Yet this peace, belonging to the victor, did not last long.

Suddenly, Harley cried out, "Ow!" in Link's arms, feeling as though something had burned her.

Link looked down, his pupils contracting slightly.

The Infinity Gauntlet on his left hand, already fused with him, was now scorching hot, like a red-hot branding iron.

The six Infinity Stones on the gauntlet, which had become as docile as pets, suddenly began flashing violently in unison, conveying an unprecedented warning of the highest level!

This was no threat from an enemy, but a