Thanos Died, So It Was Over? Not Necessarily

Stephen Fang's Outer Body Incarnation forced himself to stay conscious as he trudged step by step toward the Infinity Gauntlet lying quietly upon the scorched earth.

Against the backdrop of Thanos's remains, the five Stones glimmered with a heart-stopping radiance, as though the heart of the universe itself were beating before his eyes.

The dawn of victory seemed within reach. All he had to do was pick it up, and this brutal war would finally come to an end.

Yet just as his fingertips were about to touch the cold metal—

"Ugh ah—!"

An indescribable severe pain exploded in his mind without warning!

It was not a physical wound, but a tearing agony from the depths of his soul, as if countless red-hot steel needles had pierced his sea of consciousness all at once.

The Outer Body Incarnation abruptly clutched his head and dropped to his knees. His body curled and convulsed from the intense pain, while suppressed roars tore from his throat.

With immense difficulty, like rusted gears turning, he slowly twisted his head around.

Hovering in midair, Scarlet Witch Wanda remained silent.

She no longer wore that hollow expression of someone unable to find a target.

This Wanda.

Was clearly not the Wanda of This Universe.

A profound melancholy rested upon Scarlet Witch's face. Her complicated gaze swept over Stephen Fang's true body, barely clinging to life on the ground, before finally settling on the Outer Body Incarnation struggling in agony.

"This world is fortunate," Wanda said in a low, ethereal voice, carrying an almost imperceptible weariness and pity. "To have a hero like you."

She paused, and an exceedingly slight yet bone-chilling curve lifted the corner of her lips.

"But I must thank you as well." Her gaze returned to the Infinity Gauntlet so close at hand,