An Entrance Full of Special Effects

Captain Marvel really was going all in.

The energy field reignited, fiercer than before, more unstable, seemingly ferocious yet carrying a tragic grandeur, like a supernova's dying struggle in the final second before eruption.

She charged at Dormammu.

The ground melted beneath her feet. Not metaphorically—literally. The concrete sublimated straight into gas under Binary-level energy radiation, and broken stones let out sharp screams as they vaporized. With Carol at the center, everything within a thirty-meter radius was burning, melting, vanishing.

"Carol! Break off! I said break off!" Fury's voice in her earpiece had already become a roar, but even he didn't know whether he was giving an order or begging.

Carol did not answer.

Her earpiece had melted the first time Dormammu suppressed her.

Right now, she could hear nothing except the pounding of her own heart and the roar of the energy field burning around her, like nuclear fusion in the core of a star.

The woman pressed forward without hesitation. In that instant, every superhero on the ground saw the same image: a silver-white trail of light, dragging a blazing tail flame, stabbing vertically toward the enormous flaming face that blotted out the sky at a speed beyond the limits of anyone's dynamic vision.

It was the most magnificent charge humanity could imagine.

And possibly the last.

Dormammu did not even move his gaze.

He merely thought.

A translucent force field, like rippling water, appeared out of thin air three meters in front of him.

Carol slammed into it.

BOOM—!!!

The sound was not an explosion, nor a collision. It was something more primitive, more essential—a "conversation" between force and force. The laws of two dimensions tore at each other madly at a contact point of one square centimeter, canceling each other out, rewriting themselves.

Carol's right fist