The nanoparticles struggled to reorganize in the palm of his left hand, barely wrapping the six shimmering gems—no, imprisoning them. He could feel their power tearing at his cells, disintegrating his mind, crushing his existence bit by bit into a subatomic state. It feels like your soul has been thrown into the core of a star, with every neuron screaming to burst.
"I... Finished..." His voice was hoarse and almost inaudible.
In the distance, Thanos' body was struggling under the rubble pierced by the blade of Stormbreaker's axe. Mjolnir split his chest, but the purple-skinned Titan was still smiling, that creepy, arrogant smile, as if this battle was just a game whose outcome he had already predicted.
"Tony!"
Steve Rogers' voice cuts through the din of the battlefield. He was covered in blood, his shield was covered with deep ravines cut by Thanos' double-edged sword, and the vibranium was almost at its limit. He charged in from the left wing, followed by Thor and the broken Hulk.
"You must snap your fingers!" Tony's voice trembled, not because of fear, but because this body could no longer bear the weight of six infinity stones. Blood overflowed from his nostrils, ears, and eyes, drawing dark red rivers on his dirty faceplate.
