While Deathstroke and his group were destroying Ape Earth, quite a few changes had taken place on Earth-616 as well.
Though no one knew what the yellow figure had done after flying into the Beyonders' passageway, the passage soon closed, and calm was restored between the two Earths.
At least, calm for Earth-616.
On that Earth with an unknown designation, Thanos tossed aside the lifeless Captain America in his hand. Beneath his feet rose a mountain of corpses. The former city had been leveled, and blood flowed freely along the sunken terrain.
The members of the Black Order were cleaning up the battlefield. After all, in this Battle of New York, they had wiped out all resistance on the planet. There were more or less a few worthwhile things they could take back as keepsakes.
Thanos himself was rather uninterested. He had long passed the stage where killing brought him pleasure. On the contrary, there was even a trace of sorrow in his heart, because Death had not appeared at his side to praise his courage and generosity.
Namor, standing beside a mound of flesh, was quite delighted. The last time he had slaughtered surface-dwellers so openly had been when he flooded Japan.
"Thanos, no one on this Earth can oppose us anymore. Shall we finish it?"
Aquaman patted the brain matter from his vest, then shook out his hands in satisfaction. His gaze swept across the buildings still standing in the distance. Seeing the pale-faced Survivors behind those windows, he smiled even more brightly.
"Slaughter is not our purpose, and this is hardly joy. We are merely struggling to survive like beasts."
Thanos clasped his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky. There, Earth-616 hung in the center of the heavens like a reflection in a