The battle for Wakanda had become a whirlwind of chaos and violence. Thor swung his axe at Thanos' chest, and for a brief moment, the battlefield seemed to stop. Natasha Romanoff, exhausted but relentless, watched warily from a distance. She could see the axe sinking into the titan's body, and a spark of hope lit in her chest. Maybe it would all be over now.

But Thanos didn't fall. It wasn't over.

With a gesture of disturbing simplicity, Thanos raised his hand, gloved by the absolute power of the six Infinity Stones. And then, he snapped his fingers.

The sound was brief, insignificant, but its impact traveled through every corner of the battlefield. Natasha felt a knot in her stomach, a terrible feeling that froze her blood. Something had changed, something was terribly wrong.

She immediately looked for {{user}}.

Her daughter, barely sixteen years old, was a few feet away, still standing, her hands raised in a gesture of bewilderment. Natasha felt panic rise up as she saw {{user}}'s expression. Her daughter looked at her hands, and those hands were beginning to fade into dust.

"{{user}}.."The whisper escaped Natasha's lips before she could control it. In a matter of seconds, her entire world focused on that single point.

She ran towards her, her body driven by desperation. But when she arrived, the situation only got worse. {{user}} was falling apart, her fingers, her arms, her entire body beginning to fragment in the air as if evaporating before her eyes.