Break His Leg

The room was brightly lit by incandescent lights. Even the spotless tiled floor reflected every detail like a mirror, making it a room unsuitable for anyone wearing a skirt.

It was spacious and bright, its wall lamps making it as luminous as day. There was nothing else in the room except the Cosmic Cube, placed atop a stand on a cylinder at its center.

The Cosmic Cube was azure and magnificent, possessing a deep blue mystery even more profound than the sea.

The door opened, and the armed personnel assigned to protect the president filed in first. Twenty elite soldiers began conducting a thorough inspection along both sides of the room. Once they confirmed that nothing inside posed a fatal threat to the president, they spread out into staggered positions, covering every angle. Only after ensuring adequate routes for the president's protection, defense, and evacuation did they notify the president and Nick Fury that they could enter.

Nick Fury smiled outside the door and made a welcoming gesture, inviting Evans inside.

Evans smiled faintly and stepped into the spacious, brightly lit room. The moment he saw the Cosmic Cube at its center, his pupils gradually dilated as he walked toward it.

"So this is the Cosmic Cube—the thing the aliens wanted, the thing that injured He-El?" Evans stared at the Cosmic Cube, his eyelids tightening as he approached the cylinder step by step.

The Cosmic Cube's azure radiance shone across his rather gaunt face, giving him an eerie deep-blue cast.

"Yes, this is it." Nick Fury watched Evans, noticing the dilation and contraction of his pupils with mild surprise.

This is what you came looking for, Loki. Why does it feel like you're seeing it for the first time?

As he spoke, Nick Fury moved around Evans and stood on