What a world-shaking battle. Evenson's final Cataclysm Magic had left every side in utter shock.
Nova Supreme had borne the brunt of it—or rather, she was now despairing. Even from so far away, she could still feel the violent trembling of the ground beneath her feet. Without any observation equipment, she could clearly see with her naked eyes the black volcano that had risen from the earth.
She felt no relief that the volcano had not erupted beneath her feet, because she had realized that no matter the outcome, that entire area was doomed to become a wasteland. And as she watched the green magma continue to spew forth, she knew the abandoned zone was still expanding.
Considering the toxic gases released by the volcano, as well as the fact that the magma—which should have been red for some unknown reason—had turned green and likely carried intense harmful radiation, a vast quarantine zone would have to be established as well.
Xandar had paid too great a price for this war. Ha... Nova Supreme gave a bitter smile. It seemed meaningless to think about such things now. That legendary woman, radiating dazzling light, had been regarded by Nova Supreme as Xandar's last savior. Yet her light had vanished within that volcano, just as Xandar's light of hope had been extinguished.
Everything was over. The fate of the Nova Corps ended here and now.
Was this really the end? That woman... Ronan stared at the volcano from his ship. Alongside his shock, he felt an odd sense of loss. In the end, I still failed to take my Revenge on her.
That woman had once subjected Ronan to unprecedented humiliation, and he had sworn Revenge. Now that he possessed the Power Stone, it had seemed he could finally fulfill that vow. But