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Thanos stood unmoving.
The battlefield lay in eerie silence, broken only by the crackling embers of dark energy fading in the air. Gorr's body slumped over in the distance—no longer the God Butcher, no longer anything. Just a corpse. Broken. Burned. Beaten.
The Mad Titan watched the still form for a long moment, his face unreadable. His chest rose with a single, controlled breath, and then… he exhaled.
"...I had known that you were powerful," Thanos finally said, his voice calm, yet layered with something weightier—respect, or perhaps caution. "But not to this extent."
He turned his gaze toward Aiden, the young warrior whose frame still radiated heat and lingering magic from the recent battle. Aiden, unfazed, cocked an eyebrow, his breathing steady despite the war-torn chaos around them.
"Strange. You sound like a man who's seen a ghost," Aiden said lightly, his tone carrying a dangerous kind of amusement. "You said you knew? Who warned you?"
Thanos raised his left arm slowly, the Infinity Gauntlet glittering menacingly under the fractured light of Titan's broken sky. The stones already embedded in it pulsed—Power, Space, Reality, and Mind—each one thrumming with deep cosmic resonance. Yet two slots remained empty, hollow and waiting.
"He predicted it," Thanos said, eyes gleaming. "He said you would kill Gorr. That no matter how furious his hatred… no matter how boundless his shadow… you would tear through him as if he were made of mist."
Aiden narrowed his eyes. "He?"
But before Thanos answered, movement caught Aiden's sharp senses.
Gorr's remains—what should have turned to ash—didn't behave like a corpse. They twisted. Shifted. Swirled unnaturally. The blackened tendrils of the All-Black symbiote writhed in silent agony, as if clinging to existence through sheer will. The pieces slithered across the crimson-stained ground and coalesced—merging, hardening, condensing into something impossibly dark.
A stone.
It wasn't smooth like the others. It pulsed like a beating heart. A black so deep it devoured the surrounding light, glistening with a faint oily sheen like coagulated blood under moonlight. It levitated gently, as if called by fate itself, and hovered toward the Infinity Gauntlet.
Aiden's expression shifted—something cold and ancient brushed his magical senses.
"…That energy," he muttered, stepping back instinctively, his eyes narrowing with wary recognition. "That's not just any power…"
The stone floated into place.
Click.
A metallic hum echoed through the air as the Gauntlet absorbed it. The golden frame adjusted, and the entire structure trembled once, adapting to the presence of the new gem.
Thanos clenched his fist. His already-massive body surged, veins glowing faintly with unnatural darkness. His eyes lit with a faint, smoky crimson.
"That power… It's… Knull, isn't it?" Aiden said darkly, his gaze now fixed on the Gauntlet. He could feel it—feel the hunger, the void, the death embedded in the blackened stone.
Thanos' lips curled into a slow, monstrous grin.
"This one," he said, voice deep and brimming with dark satisfaction, "is unlike the others. Not primordial like Time or Reality. Not conceptual like Mind or Space. This one is new. Born of suffering. Forged in vengeance. Fed by death and void."
He raised his hand high, fingers spread, and the stone flickered with shadowy pulses.
"A stone that should not exist… and yet now, it does."
His grin widened, full of cruel promise. "The Death Stone."
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Meanwhile, on Earth…Despite the overwhelming might of Thanos' fleet, Earth had not fallen.
Coordinating from the planetary command base, Valeria stood beside Gwen . Their voices echoed through secure comms, directing Nova Corps ships and Earth's joint forces with unrelenting precision. Nova Centurions dogfought in orbit. SHIELD helicarriers strafed down warships with coordinated laser barrages. Wakandan artillery hammered incoming drop pods.
Even outnumbered, Earth held firm. Not just because of its technology. Not just because of the Nova Corps.
Earth stood because of its heroes.
While Aiden and the Seven Elites clashed with Thanos' core forces, the remaining legends stayed behind.Captain America led the Avengers. Cyclops commanded the X-Men. Reed Richards and the Fantastic Four patched gaps in the planetary barrier. Every battle-tested warrior stood shoulder to shoulder, holding the line until the Dragon God returned.
But even the best strategies overlook one variable.
A shadow. A name almost forgotten.Corvus Glaive.
While the Black Order clashed with the Seven Elites, Corvus was never meant to be free. The plan accounted for seven Elites against seven generals. But Thanos twisted the battlefield. He forced Adam Warlock and Sentry into a confrontation of their own—diverting two elites from their intended targets.
Two Black Order members were now unassigned.
Gorr. And Corvus Glaive.
Gorr joined Thanos.Corvus… vanished.
He did not rush to the battlefield. He did not join the bloodshed.
He had a different objective.
....
He was an assassin. An elite one at that. A perfect stealth-killing machine.
But this… this was his masterpiece.
The mission wasn't just hard—it was near impossible. His target wasn't a general. Wasn't a soldier. He was something more dangerous. More unpredictable.
The current wielder of the Time Stone.
Doctor Stephen Strange.
The base? Earth's most secure. A fortress designed by Reed Richards, powered by Stark tech, and guarded by mutants, gods, and enhanced soldiers. Valeria Richards was stationed inside. But she wasn't the target. Not worth the risk.
Corvus had to infiltrate without alerting anyone.No broken cameras. No broken necks.Absolute silence.
He bypassed layers of security that could spot Skrulls mid-shift. Passed bio-scanners tuned to pick up even magical residue. Every step calculated. Every breath measured.
He found Strange. Meditating. Surrounded by dimensional wards. Protected by mystic seals and technological shielding. Alone. Isolated.
Corvus didn't move.
Not yet.
He watched.
And waited.
For hours.
Motionless.
Waiting for the flaw. The gap. The mistake.
It came. Eventually, it always did.
Strange opened a portal to the timestream, eyes glowing. Focus split.
A single breath longer than it should've been.
That was the moment.
Corvus moved.
No sound.
No light.
His blade unsheathed—silent, black, forged to pierce any magic.
No screams. No fight.
Just one perfect strike aimed at the heart of time itself.
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