That reply was all that Peter needed. The room was suddenly swallowed in darkness and then just as quickly, rebuilt in a pouring of light.
Everything on the planet is in a state of decay. Husks of spaceship and building alike lay stretched out across the orange-tinged planet, littered with debris inside and out of it. Any matter that was light enough floated listlessly through the air, too light to be pinned down to Titan by its own gravity.
Peter -- or the ghost of Peter -- stands near the Tony from the Inn, looking over the scene with a passive expression. He hasn't been here since he died, and he felt so overwhelmed by all the new people and all the new sensations that he had a hard time zeroing in on any of the specifics. This was the first time he was able to look out upon the planet and really experience Titan one piece at a time.
The planet's air is old and musty, like an undisturbed Egyptian tomb. And like a tomb, it's very cold and very still and very quiet --
Until a lone voice permeates the silence.
"Oh yeah. You're much more of a Thanos."
Sitting on the crumbling steps of what was once a city plaza sits a man garbed in navy blue robes, wearing an impressively thick dark, red cloak. Around his neck, he wears an necklace with a massive golden eye for a pendant.
True to the man's words, the massive alien in front of him does look like a Thanos. He's large and muscular and purple with long patterned ridges carved into his skin in patterns that extend below his armor. The patterns look natural -- not the product of mutilation.
"I take it the Maw is dead."
The man's head bobs slightly in not quite a nod.
"This day extracts a heavy toll," Thanos says as he approaches the wizard with a steady gait. "Still, he accomplished his mission."
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Everything on the planet is in a state of decay. Husks of spaceship and building alike lay stretched out across the orange-tinged planet, littered with debris inside and out of it. Any matter that was light enough floated listlessly through the air, too light to be pinned down to Titan by its own gravity.
Peter -- or the ghost of Peter -- stands near the Tony from the Inn, looking over the scene with a passive expression. He hasn't been here since he died, and he felt so overwhelmed by all the new people and all the new sensations that he had a hard time zeroing in on any of the specifics. This was the first time he was able to look out upon the planet and really experience Titan one piece at a time.
The planet's air is old and musty, like an undisturbed Egyptian tomb. And like a tomb, it's very cold and very still and very quiet --
Until a lone voice permeates the silence.
"Oh yeah. You're much more of a Thanos."
Sitting on the crumbling steps of what was once a city plaza sits a man garbed in navy blue robes, wearing an impressively thick dark, red cloak. Around his neck, he wears an necklace with a massive golden eye for a pendant.
True to the man's words, the massive alien in front of him does look like a Thanos. He's large and muscular and purple with long patterned ridges carved into his skin in patterns that extend below his armor. The patterns look natural -- not the product of mutilation.
"I take it the Maw is dead."
The man's head bobs slightly in not quite a nod.
"This day extracts a heavy toll," Thanos says as he approaches the wizard with a steady gait. "Still, he accomplished his mission."