It was impossible to calculate how much energy and strength it would take to compress a mountain over a thousand meters tall, more than eighty percent of it made of metal, to a third or a quarter of its size.
"Phoenix" held her palms together, slowly bringing them closer. Golden streams of energy filled her emerald eyes and parted lips.
Under Yon-Rogg's command, the Kree's remaining few thousand warriors on the battlefield had retreated into the Dark Aster. They were doing everything they could to hold their ground, relying on the ship's environmental advantages.
When he finally saw the winged figure high in the sky still struggling against a mountain, hope flared in his heart once more.
It meant that the Kree's engineered superweapon, "Marvel"—Carol Danvers—hadn't lost yet!
"Bi-nary!"
Boom!
A golden streak shot from the summit of the iron mountain straight into the heavens. Carol's roar swept across the land in an instant, echoing far into the distance.
A slender shaft of golden light split open the "tomb" Jean Grey had forged. Behind Carol, two intersecting stars of blazing light shimmered into view, like a true star slowly rising.
Her Kree military uniform was riddled with holes, and her skin was covered in scrapes. The blood running from her wounds was a faint blue—not the pure blue of Kree blood, but certainly not the blood of a pure-blooded human from Earth, either.
"Whew. Binary form. I hope the Supreme Intelligence's memory lock can still hold. It has to hold!"
Yon-Rogg gazed up at the figure in the sky and let out a long breath, then clenched his teeth in worry. A moment of distraction nearly got him hit by the kid whose eyes fired laser shockwaves. He swung the gravity bracer on his arm and hurled a metal alloy