"Psylocke" leaned against the golden steps beneath the main hall of Valaskjalf. One hand pressed against the gash in her abdomen, while her long sword stood propped beside her. She tried several times to force herself to her feet, but her boots kept slipping in the vast pool of blood beneath her.
Clink. Clink-clink.
A rune-etched sword forged from Uru scraped and clattered across the palace floor as its wielder dragged it forward, step by step. Sif, once famed in the mortal realm as the goddess of "earth and harvest," advanced on her collapsed opponent, leaving a trail of blood in her wake.
She had lost an arm.
Sif's remaining left arm still held her sword steady. Her long black hair was soaked with sweat and blood, and half of the silver helmet on her head had been cleaved away. Her nostrils flared as she slowly brought the blade to Psylocke's throat.
A pair of crystal-bright hands and Magik's Soulsword caught the divine sword Heimdall had brought down. Colossus's battered body could no longer swing the massive axe forged from Adamantium.
The White Queen's diamond form suddenly blazed with white light. As a psychic thrust sent Heimdall's mind into a churning haze of pain and confusion, the Red Devil's short blade flashed into view. A silver gleam slashed diagonally across the temple of the divine realm's guardian.
Across the Nine Realms and the entire universe, the one and only All-Seeing Eye was no more.
Outside the rebuilt treasure vault of Odin, hundreds of Loki's phantoms circled the Summers brothers, daggers in hand. A deep-blue ice spike shot from behind Scott. Alex shoved his brother aside, but was instantly frozen solid by the biting cold.
Loki's fair face was gone. His eyes were deep red, his skin blue-black, like a corpse