The gods who had witnessed Ultron's death had mixed feelings, to say the least.
True, Watcher Uatu had caught Ultron off guard, taken all Six Infinity Stones from him, and killed him.
But if Russell hadn't pulled that outrageous stunt and broken Ultron's spirit, would Infinity Ultron, who had fought across universes, have lost his focus and given Uatu an opening?
Everyone knew Ultron had died less at Uatu's hands than at Russell's.
Either way, Ultron was dead.
He had died swiftly and cleanly, erased by Uatu in a single move and deleted from the very foundations of the Multiverse.
Unless some being beyond the limits of a Single Universe had nothing better to do and went out of their way to revive him.
Barring that vanishingly unlikely possibility, Ultron was well and truly dead. Not even a scrap of data remained.
"Heh, we won after all. But for this universe, a bunch of conquerors beating one Destroyer came at a steep price. So many planets were smashed to bits."
Dark Strange looked around. The star-filled sky that should have surrounded them was terrifyingly empty, leaving only a chilling expanse of black.
No one knew how many galaxies had been wiped from that boundless sea of stars.
The mighty Kree and the Shi'ar Empire had been among the first hit. The survivors on their planets were still shaken, their faces blank with confusion and numbness.
After all, most of these people had spent their careers on planets, fighting a few superpowered criminals, tearing apart a few high-tech tanks, and perhaps shooting down a warship as a career highlight.
When had they ever seen gods fight on this scale? They had smashed the universe to pieces. The survivors' pitiful senses could not even locate where the battle had begun.
Of all