Flames and a Golden Dragon.
Wind, snow, and a White Giant Wolf.
The instant the battle began.
Beings throughout the universe felt a shudder of dread.
Grandmaster was preparing the Arena. Thanks to the difference in the flow of time, he had already finished a great deal of work.
Just as he was about to resume agonizing over whether to add Thor's likeness to the Arena, he seemed to realize that he had missed the most thrilling battle in the entire universe.
The feeling left him fretting over what he had lost.
Far away in space, heading toward Xandar, Purple Potato startled awake from his light doze.
His subordinate, Ebony Maw, asked in confusion, "Master?"
Thanos looked into the distance.
As someone cursed with knowledge, he could always see more than others.
Yet at that moment, he was somewhat puzzled.
The Ragnarok that should have happened seemed to be disappearing.
The Sorcerer Supreme's death. Odin's passing.
Every sign told him that the land where so many of the Stones had appeared had lost all its guardians.
So why had that sense of danger appeared?
Thanos asked, "How much longer?"
"We are about to arrive."
He gazed at the prosperous, glittering planet. Its people had no idea that disaster was approaching.
Asgard's will to survive gave John a suit of armor.
A sword over ten thousand meters long swept through the wind and snow, striking the void.
The teetering Golden Palace shattered instantly.
Then golden flames evaporated the rivers and lakes, only for wind and snow to fill them again.
In the Golden Dragon's eyes, White Wolf bared its fangs at him.
Magic embodying time and flame weakened White Wolf.
Although White Wolf was fate, it had not transcended time.
The time within Forbidden Magic could inflict considerable harm on