Noticing that the surrounding magnetic field had returned to calm, Polaris clapped her hands in satisfaction and continued her grand career as a mover.
Meanwhile, Great General Dorian was dumbfounded. He said, "What happened? The portal was interrupted. Who did it?"
The monitoring personnel all shook their heads. They stood beside a massive door-shaped device, the equipment required for him to activate the portal.
The device was enormous, far larger than those battleships. Beside it was a ship roughly the same size as the portal itself—the Chitauri's Will-class battleship.
The limitation of the Chitauri portal was that they first had to construct an actual, physical gate. It had to be as large as a battleship and capable of accommodating one before the portal could be opened. Moreover, such a portal would be scrapped after only a few uses, despite costing about as much as a battleship.
This was also the form of portal used by most civilizations at a technological level similar to the Chitauri. To them, Earth's kind—where a tiny person waved a hand and created a portal nearly as large as the moon—was basically the stuff of myths.
Dorian had no idea what was going on, so he could only say, "Activate the portal again. Try one more time."
Polaris had just finished moving the last load of wreckage parts and was about to return to Earth's vicinity to inspect the area for any stragglers when she sensed another change in the magnetic field on her way back.
For Mutants like them, who had practically grown up alongside magnetic fields, the sensation was like a fly buzzing around their ears. It did not bite, but it was incredibly annoying.
Polaris rolled her shoulders and shivered. With an impatient wave of her hand, the surrounding magnetic field returned to