Asgard trembled beneath erupting sonic waves, as though thunderous tides were sweeping through the city and its palaces. A terrifying presence was rising from the depths beneath the World Tree, like a volcano about to erupt. Even Odin, mounted on Sleipnir, could not help but shudder inwardly as he tightened his grip on the Eternal Scepter.
A thousand years ago, faced with such a formidable opponent, Odin would have felt his blood boil. He would have sung the Aesir's majestic war hymn and charged forward without fear!
Unfortunately, the aged King of Asgard was no longer the heroic warrior he had once been. Even if he refused to admit it, he could not change the cruel fact that he was growing older by the day.
Thanos—this was a name feared throughout the universe. Odin had heard the legends: a survivor of the long-destroyed Titan, a descendant of the Eternals, someone who had personally destroyed his own homeland. His hands were stained with countless crimes and rivers of blood, bringing slaughter and war to innumerable planetary civilizations.
This Cosmic Overlord pursued an extreme ideal of balance. He was an absolutely terrifying existence!
Dark Energy erupted like a volcano, surging violently into the sky. Any Chitauri who came near had their lives instantly snuffed out. Several Leviathans clad in iron armor had no time to evade and were directly shredded by the vast, tidal energy.
An ancient, imposing floating throne slowly rose from the bottom of the abyss. A massive purple figure sat high upon it, radiating a violent aura like a colossal beast that devoured planets.
"You are truly inefficient at what you do." The Cosmic Overlord spoke slowly, his heavy voice rumbling like thunder and shaking Asgard.
Whether Loki or the Chitauri commanders, all of them trembled like pitiful insects.