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Wakanda. The plains.
The sonic echoes still vibrated in the air. The grasslands were carpeted in black — the liquefied remains of an army that had ceased to exist three seconds after arriving.
The survivors — disoriented Outriders with no command structure — stumbled through the battlefield like headless insects, picked off by an enthusiastic Hulk and a fully-armed Avengers team playing the galaxy's most one-sided game of whack-a-mole.
"Is that... it?" Rhodes opened his faceplate and touched his gun barrel. Cold. "I didn't even activate infinite ammo mode."
"Don't worry." Tony landed beside him, repulsors still charged. "That was the appetizer. Main course hasn't been served."
Center of the field.
Proxima Midnight and Corvus Glaive stood back to back — surrounded by Wakandan spears, vibranium claws, and the predatory focus of every hero present.
"For Lord Thanos—" Corvus gripped his glaive, trembling but unbroken. "We may die, but we must NOT fail!"
His eyes locked onto the rear — where Vision stood.
"PROXIMA! COVER ME!"
He exploded into motion — a black phantom, bypassing every defender, making a desperate sprint for the gemless grey figure and the box it carried.
"Let him go."
Jake stopped Steve's arm mid-raise.
"That's Vision's trial."
Corvus Glaive thought he'd succeeded.
The grey-white robot stood motionless. No Stone. No glow. Dead object.
"DIE! SCRAP METAL!"
The blade thrust — a weapon that had pierced countless powerful beings, that could sever vibranium at the atomic level.
Clang.
Two grey-white fingers caught the blade.
Vision raised his head. The confusion that had lived in his eyes since the Stone was removed was gone — replaced by precise, cold, blue data streams.
"There are thirty-seven flaws in your attack angle."
The voice wasn't gentle anymore. It was ice. Absolute rationality.
"And I am no longer the scrap metal you remember."
"I am White Vision."
HUM!
Vision phased through the blade — Corvus's weapon passing through empty air — then materialized with a fist already in motion.
Pure vibranium. Tens of thousands of tons of force. No flourish.
Pfft!
Corvus doubled over, blood erupting from his mouth.
Vision's eyes blazed blue.
"Threat level: zero."
ZZZT—!!
Twin laser beams — more concentrated, more lethal than the Mind Stone version had ever produced — pierced Corvus Glaive's chest. He fell into a pool of blood without a sound.
On the other side, Proxima Midnight screamed — raw, animal grief — and charged for Wanda.
"You DESTROYED everything I had!"
"I've felt that way too."
Red light. Two giant Chaos Magic palms. Proxima was driven into the earth until the screaming stopped.
The Black Order — annihilated.
Silence on the Wakandan plains.
"The field is clear." T'Challa wiped blood from his vibranium claws.
"Yes."
Jake looked at the sky. The sunset had died. Wakanda's sky had turned an oppressive dark purple — a color that didn't belong to any natural atmosphere.
"Gwen — spatial fluctuations?"
"Nothing yet. But he's watching. Four Stones in his hand, Jake."
"Then let's send him an invitation."
Jake turned to Vision.
"Open the box."
White Vision held the Anti-Energy Suppression Box — Upgrade-tech, complete isolation of Infinity Stone signatures.
Click.
The box opened.
Yellow light erupted skyward — pure, vast, broadcasting the Mind Stone's location to every corner of the universe. A lighthouse in the dark, aimed at the one being in existence who could feel it most.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three.
Rumble...
Space shuddered. In front of Vision — ten meters away — the air tore. An invisible hand ripped reality open. A deep blue portal spiraled into existence, radiating pressure that made every heart on the battlefield skip.
"He's here."
Strange's shields formed. Cold sweat on his brow. "Four Stones. More than twice the energy from New York."
Footsteps.
Heavy. Slow. Each one landing on every nerve in every body present.
A tall purple figure emerged from the mist.
Golden armor — repaired. The Infinity Gauntlet — four Stones glowing in harmony. Purple. Blue. Red. Orange. Power, Space, Reality, Soul.
Thanos.
No army. No fleet. No Order.
Because he was the army.
His gaze bypassed every hero, every weapon, every defensive formation — and landed on the yellow Stone in Vision's hand.
"The final piece of the puzzle?"
His voice carried weariness. And beneath it — the devotion of a zealot approaching the altar.
"There's one more."
Jake stepped between Thanos and Vision. Pointed at the Eye of Agamotto on Strange's chest.
"You want all six? You'll have to ask my fists."
Thanos's eyes found Jake.
The Earthling who'd repelled him in New York. Who'd frozen his flagship. Who'd liquefied his army. Who kept calling him a root vegetable.
"Jake Rivers."
The tone was surprisingly calm. Almost... respectful.
"If you had experienced my journey — you would understand."
The Reality Stone glowed. The scenery warped — Wakanda's grasslands replaced by the desolate ruins of Titan. A dead world. Thanos's dead world.
"The universe's resources are finite. Left unchecked, life consumes itself."
"I do not do this for slaughter."
Four Stones erupted simultaneously. The energy storm blew Steve and T'Challa backward. Bucky's feet carved trenches in the earth.
Thanos looked at Jake — the one person still standing in the center of the storm.
"I do this for salvation."
"Salvation my ass."
Jake slammed the Omnitrix.
"Your salvation is killing half of all people? Then I'll salvage YOU first!"
Green light exploded.
No holding back. Four Stones demanded maximum response.
"Omnitrix — ATOMIX!"
"Nuclear energy — FULL POWER!!"
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