The explosive ring of energy spread outward with Aberrant Doom at its center. A burly, bearded man in a leather jacket moved with agility utterly at odds with his build, dodging the center of the blast.
Three golden claws retracted into his body along the knuckles of his fist before everyone's eyes.
"This isn't good. Madness, despair, chaos—every kind of negative emotion is in there. Arrogance can't keep them under control." The burly man shuddered as he sensed the psychic aura clinging to the claws that had retracted into his body.
The bloody hole gouged into Aberrant Doom's chest by the claws sizzled like roasting meat. Doom's aberrant body possessed immense regenerative power, yet it seemed to be severely hindered. The wound did not heal instantly. Instead, it seemed locked in a tug-of-war, its recovery visibly slowing.
"Wolverine?" Big Harry stared at the familiar-looking back, his heart surging with joy as he asked tentatively.
In fact, the moment he saw Betsy appear, the tension in his heart had already eased. As Hebron's little princess, Betsy Field was not well known to the public, but companies that worked with Hebron and S.H.I.E.L.D. knew a little about her. He had also seen Betsy strolling about the Time Variance Authority with a dog named Rudd.
He did not know why Betsy had come, but there was no doubt that her appearance gave him more confidence than anyone else could. And if Wolverine was here too, that was even more reassuring.
It meant that neither Hebron nor his superior, Loki, had abandoned him. He did not even think he was worth such attention.
If Loki knew what Big Harry was thinking, he would probably agree on the spot without revealing the truth. The truth was that this was merely Betsy's passing curiosity and had