As Xandar was restored to its original state, Nova Corps fighters once again soared through the skies in formation. Those space pirates who had been waiting to make a fortune immediately abandoned their plans.
Not only that!
They fled without a trace as quickly as they could.
After all, every one of them had bounties on their heads. If they stayed, the most likely outcome was being arrested and thrown into prison.
Meanwhile, Xandar's supreme ruler, high in the sky, stared dumbfounded at the planet that had been devastated and reduced to ruins only moments ago, now bursting back to life. She was overcome by an absurd feeling that words could not describe.
You must know, just a few minutes ago, she had convened an emergency meeting to discuss whether they should lead the refugees to seek shelter with another relatively friendly civilization, or find an unclaimed planet and rebuild their home from scratch.
As for revenge...
Sorry!
It was not that these executives did not want revenge. They simply could not do it.
Leaving aside figures like Thanos, Odin, and Sakura, overlords who possessed terrifying personal strength and standing armies behind them, even Ronan, who had wielded a hammer embedded with the Power Stone, had been incredibly difficult for them to handle.
He had even managed to set foot on Xandar's surface at one point.
Had Allen not intervened in time, Ronan alone would likely have destroyed eighty percent of the buildings and life on the planet's surface.
Before the Power Stone, the most formidable, savage, and unreasonable force in the universe, a mere planet was as fragile as a sandcastle on a beach.
"Nova Supreme, according to reports from the ground, no abnormalities have been found. Should we have all the ships land?" a middle-aged man who looked