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The doughnut-shaped Spaceship descended on the city of London, its massive weight crushing several skyscrapers beneath it.
Its turbine engines whipped the air and atmosphere into chaos, crushing everything that was sucked in, including rocks, into dust, it was like a giant mower ruthlessly destroying civilization.
A blue circular beam shot down from the ship and landed on the road ahead. Two figures, a man and a woman, emerged from it.
As the light faded, their forms became fully visible. The man was tall and muscular, wearing a black cloak with a scythe on his shoulder. His face was grotesque, and his skin was ghostly white, which was terrifying to behold.
The woman was slender and tall, her figure accentuated by tight-fitting metal armor on her body.
She wielded a black spear in her right hand, and her skin tone was similar to the man’s, indicating that they were from the same alien race. There was no warmth in their eyes as they looked at everything with a icy cold look.
No other alien troops appeared, and there were just the two of them standing on the street, exuding an intense, oppressive aura.
The female alien, Proxima Midnight, walked with elegant, light steps and spoke in a chilling voice, sneering, “Why don’t we exterminate the lifeforms of this civilized city first, to show them our power?”
“The Master disapproves of senseless slaughter. Besides… something seems wrong here.”
The hollow-eyed Corvus Glaive scanned his surroundings in surprise. The street, the buildings, the abandoned vehicles all seemed real and genuine, yet there was no one in sight…
The entire central city… no, the entire city was devoid of any sign of life. It was eerily quiet, except for the hum of their spaceship’s engines.
Not far from the doughnut Spaceship, on the hundredth floor of a skyscraper…
A bead of sweat slid down his forehead as Kyle exhaled a long breath, holding his outstretched arms. The glow on the sling ring began to fade, indicating that the spell had been successfully cast.
“Godfather, what exactly did you do?”
Tony, clad in his Iron Man suit, stood dumbfounded at the edge of the rooftop railing, staring at the hovering spaceship and the alien duo below.
The streets and buildings seemed the same, but all the people were gone, and it was as if they had vanished from the world.
Looking up, Tony was startled to see that even the Convergence phenomenon had vanished.
“This isn’t our original world; it’s like the mirrored reflection on the backside, a replica created in a parallel Mirror Dimension.”
Kyle explained before waving his Sling Ring hand through the air. Glass-like reflections appeared, revealing the original world through them.
The streets of London were still chaotic, with people screaming and fleeing on clogged streets.
Kyle lowered his hands exhaustedly, “I pulled you, me, and the Alien Spaceship into the Mirror Dimension. It was quite an effort. But here, there’s no Convergence, no concern for human safety, and we can fight freely.”
“Is that so? Then that’s perfect.”
Tony, amazed at the existence of the Mirror Dimension, donned his Iron Man helmet and prepared for the battle ahead.
“Tony, were they the ones that attacked you last time?” Kyle pointed down the street to Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight.
Tony shook his head slightly and confirmed, “No, it was two other individuals who led the attack. One could control any object, perfectly countering Lorna’s abilities, which was a real pain in the ass. The other had a physique and strength comparable to the Hulk, wielding a massive axe that could easily split an entire building in two.”
“No matter if it’s them or not, they’re part of the same force. Tony, let’s go down there and meet them.”
Kyle’s eyes glowed coldly. Without much thought, he jumped gently, his body plummeting from the roof hundreds of feet below.
“Yes,” Tony replied, activating the engines in his palms to follow closely behind Kyle as he plunged toward the street below.
“They’re coming. I knew someone was up to something,” Corvus Glaive muttered, sensing their approach as he looked up to see Kyle and Tony descending from above.
“We will kill anyone who dares to block our path,” Proxima Midnight declared arrogantly, raising her chin.
She did not regard humans on Earth with any respect. Even within the Galactic Federation, Thanos’ forces were of the highest order, let alone on a primitive planet like Earth.
With a thud and clang, Kyle and Tony used their respective abilities – telekinesis and engine thrust – to slow their fall, landing ten meters away and kicking up a cloud of white dust.
“Does this little planet Earth also have its own peculiar geniuses?” Corvus Glaive sneered, eyeing Kyle and Tony. His gaze fell first on Tony, whose Iron Man suit was clearly a piece of advanced technology.
“Be wise and surrender the Aether. We have tracked you from the dark world all the way here,” Proxima Midnight said imperiously, her tone leaving no doubt about her intentions as she addressed Kyle.
“Oh? So that’s how it is.” Understanding dawned in Kyle’s eyes as he realized why Thanos’ forces had suddenly appeared on Earth.
They weren’t interested in Earth itself, they were after the Aether. After arriving in the Dark World, they had been transported to London by the spatial currents of the Convergence.
Tony spread his hands dismissively and replied coldly, “Sorry! Earth is closed for the day. We don’t welcome strange alien species. You’d better take your donut and go home!”
“No room for negotiations then?” Proxima Midnight’s expression darkened as she tightened her grip on her dark spear. The tip of the spear glowed faintly with purple energy, ready for action, but Corvus Glaive reached out to stop her.
“Proxima, wait a moment.” Corvus Glaive shifted his gaze from Tony to focus intently on Kyle, his pupils narrowing. “A silver-haired, gold-eyed human. Doesn’t he look familiar to you? I feel like I’ve seen him before.”
“He’s just a mere human…” Proxima Midnight began dismissively, but then paused and looked at Kyle again. “No way, could it be him? The one our Master has repeatedly warned us about, the human who has caused a stir in the Galaxy?”
“It must be him.” Corvus Glaive took a deep breath and stepped forward, addressing Kyle, “You possess something taken from Ronan that rightfully belongs to us.”
“Are you talking about this?” Kyle casually opened his left hand and a card appeared, manifesting into a purple gem that rested calmly in his palm.
The Power Stone.
The eyes of both Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight lit up with desire.
“If you want it, come and take it. If you can,” Kyle smiled.
(End of Chapter)
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