In short, the Nova Corps higher-ups had fallen into a panic. Fortunately, they were not stupid enough to let that panic spread.
They deliberately avoided mentioning that they had pressed down on the Power Stone, saying only that it was to deal with Ronan's attack. They issued orders for the entire planet to enter a state of emergency. All public officials had their leave and rest days canceled and were required to return to their posts, maintain order, and assist civilians in evacuating to shelters.
It had to be said that Xandar truly was a nation accustomed to dancing on the edge of death. Work like this was carried out in an orderly and highly efficient manner. After their initial panic, the higher-ups had also regained their composure.
There was no need for them to think or choose anymore. There was no other path left. Their enemy was a madman who would never accept surrender. They could only fight to the death!
Besides, their distress signal had already been broadcast across the entire universe. No one had responded yet, but that did not mean there was no chance of a turnaround. If they resisted more bravely, perhaps some nations watching from the sidelines would come to their aid. If they held on a little longer, perhaps a miracle would appear. Even if none of that happened, at least they could die with some dignity!
Three days was neither short nor long, and it quickly passed. Evenson had returned to the Red Queen's Revenge and stared unblinkingly at the computer screen before him. "Xandar has entered a state of emergency, and they have sent out a plea for help across the universe..."
But that was not what he truly cared about. He pulled over Gabriel, who had just returned, and pointed