"I... can't... fall..." Wanda Maximoff's voice was barely audible. Blood seeped heavily from every pore of her body, her cheeks sunken until she looked like a skull. She swayed on the verge of collapse, desperately draining her own life to extract Chaos Magic. Her eyes were covered in ruptured blood vessels and blood, dyed crimson, while blood oozed from the pores of her face and stained it red.
She looked terrifying. Her face resembled a skull, her blood-red eyes wide open. With breath as faint as a thread, she gaped like an undead skeleton, blood flowing from her mouth as though she were senseless. Only Chaos Magic instinctively sustained the last shreds of her blurred vision and consciousness.
Everyone in the sky, in Area 51's main command hall in Nevada, and across Earth watched the Star Annihilator Cannon beam with bated breath, but none of them saw Wanda Maximoff's miserable state.
Only Pietro Maximoff stared in terror, tears filling his eyes. Regret, guilt, pain, and despair overwhelmed him as he watched his sister approach death.
A large black, icy metal hand appeared in Wanda Maximoff's blurred vision. The edges of its layered scales glimmered with dim dark-gold light, its dark metallic fingertips sharp. It spread its five fingers like a pillar holding up the heavens, its palm facing the sky as it raised the sky above her.
Then, through Wanda Maximoff's hazy vision, a figure suddenly came into clear focus before her eyes, holding up her sky.
"God..." Wanda Maximoff suddenly felt the pressure on her body vanish. Everything around her was blurry, but He-El alone was exceptionally clear. It was just like when she had joined the He-El Church in Sokovia. Every morning, amid the choir's hymns, she gave thanks for the peace He-El had brought to her country,