CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Thanos dreamed, and in his dreams, the dead stared at him. He saw people he’d known, people he’d fought, people he’d been forced to kill. He saw his brother and his father, fighting in front of the statues of his ancestors that lined the royal chambers. A second later, the statues were replaced by figures who stood there, ancestors looking at him in accusation, in recognition, and very occasionally in respect.
“Are you really here?” Thanos asked. “What is this?”
His father didn’t answer. Nor did Lucious. They kept fighting in front of those who had gone before, rolling on the floor as new figures started to emerge from spaces in the walls.
The Bone Folk stepped up next to Thanos’s ancestors, and one by one, he saw them start to devour them. They drank down the ghosts
