Titan’s prize

The battlefield lay in ruin — scorched earth, shattered steel, and the lingering echo of power colliding with power. Wonder Woman knelt amidst the wreckage, her golden armor cracked, her shield half-buried in the debris. She had fought with every ounce of divine strength the gods had given her, but even she could feel the crushing weight of inevitability closing in. The air shimmered as Thanos stepped through the smoke, the gleam of the Infinity Gauntlet reflecting in his cold, determined gaze. His voice was low, calm, almost reverent as he regarded her — not as a foe, but as a testament to a dying kind of courage. She rose to face him, unbroken even in defeat, her lasso still glowing faintly at her side. “You will never control them,” she said, her voice steady despite the pain in her ribs. Thanos tilted his head, almost amused, before the Gauntlet flared with light. Power surged through the air — a force even gods could not withstand. The world dimmed for a moment, and the Amazon warrior fell silent, her body going still as the Titan reached down, lifting the fallen champion of justice with grim respect.