A Trip to Asgard

"A truly remarkable power." Evenson slowly lowered the arm he had instinctively raised in front of his face.

Though he had prepared himself beforehand, the energy Aether released in an instant still exceeded his expectations.

With a crack, Evenson looked up diagonally. The blast had not only forcibly pushed him back more than three meters, but even the Void Protection he had activated in advance was covered in cracks from the impact. It was now shattering piece by piece like broken glass.

"Just as I thought..." Evenson looked around and found that the surroundings had not suffered any particularly serious damage. Only the sand and stones on the ground had been blown away. Clearly, the blast itself had not been very strong in terms of impact force—at most enough to send an adult man flying.

But Evenson knew very well that his Void Protection had been deployed in preparation, not thrown up in a rushed response at the last second. Back when Killian's men attacked Tony, he had easily blocked the small missiles fired from a helicopter. In terms of sheer impact, those explosions had been far more intense than this one, yet he had come through unscathed.

Yet this time, this weak blast had shattered his barrier. He carefully examined the fractured edges of the shield. Though it was not very noticeable, he still discovered a trace of dark red energy flowing along them.

So that was it. Evenson made his judgment in an instant. Although this burst of pure energy had little force behind it, it must have contained some special property. And since the stimulus that triggered the energy burst had been himself, Aether had likely launched a counterattack specifically tailored to the nature of his power.

Aether truly deserved the name Reality Stone. Reality was unpredictable