Coulson slowly rose to his feet in disbelief, because he saw a huge ring of light appear in the middle of the waterfall overhead.
A beam of light suddenly shone onto Coulson's face, forcing him to shield his upper body with both arms. The next second, One Hand grabbed his arm and put sunglasses over his eyes.
"Thank you, May!" Coulson let out a sigh of relief. He had genuinely felt as though his eyes were about to be burned out.
Looking at the light through the sunglasses made it even stranger. Something like a camera seemed to have emerged within it, scanning everything around it.
Wasn't this supposed to be a magical script? No matter how he looked at it, it resembled a detection device mounted on a mechanical arm.
Wait, ordinary people called this a Supernatural Phenomenon, but it might not be one at all. That folklorist had said a god had fallen, but weren't so-called gods just aliens?
Could there be an alien spaceship inside Niagara Falls?
Coulson almost immediately accepted that theory, because compared to gods falling to Earth, he had encountered far more cases of alien spacecraft crashing in his lifetime.
Frankly, if powerful beings like the gods of Asgard fell to Earth, nothing much would happen. At most, they would crush a few Earth creatures to death. They would not even chip themselves; they could dust off their clothes, get up, and fly away.
If they truly struck Earth at a speed capable of knocking parts off their bodies, then Earth would have already rolled smoothly out of the Milky Way Galaxy by now. The physical strength of Asgardians was simply absurd.
So an alien spaceship was indeed more likely. And as far as Coulson knew, civilizations whose spacecraft had a chance of crashing