The Abyssal Giant Awakens!

On the surface of Titan.

In the Battle Zone.

Every eye turned toward the heart of the storm.

Ren stood atop the ruins in spotless white, proud and unshaken.

Before him, the Headless Purple Corpse, massive as a mountain of flesh, slowly toppled and slammed into the dust.

The heroes watching drew a collective breath.

Several rubbed their eyes hard, unable to believe what they were seeing.

The tyrant who had terrified the entire universe had been slaughtered as casually as a chicken?

The source of all this calamity had died without so much as a struggle!

That corpse had belonged to an invincible monster who could kick Asgardian gods around like balls!

The sight was absurd beyond belief.

Bodies of cannon fodder carpeted the ground as far as the eye could see.

If the enemy Flagship had not swept the area with its guns earlier, the monster corpses would probably have piled up into hills dozens of meters high.

Ren had carved straight through the enemy stronghold and killed its commander along the way.

The heroes exchanged looks, their feelings tangled.

Ever since Ren arrived, the rest of them had seemed like mere decorations.

They had come all this way and barely managed to fight a few foot soldiers.

At this rate, the Avengers, Marvel's mightiest fighting force, might as well spend their days catching muggers on the streets of New York.

Shock, confusion, envy—every complicated feeling imaginable welled up inside them.

After a long daze, Steve Rogers finally came to his senses.

"Ren Sorcerers, what do we do next?"

He looked out at the Bio-Monsters covering the surrounding landscape.

The mindless weapons were cowed for now, but that did not mean they would stay quiet forever.

And beyond the distant horizon, several Chitauri capital ships had already seen