Ra's Full Aura!

Honestly.

Ian's entrance was absolutely overflowing with style.

The instant the golden light bathing him pierced the curtain of the sky—

The whole world went quiet.

That was not a metaphor. It was true, literal silence.

The explosions on the battlefield stopped. The cultists' roars vanished. The low-frequency rumble caused by Dormammu's dimension colliding with reality cut off abruptly, like a beast seized by the throat.

Even the wind was gone.

Only the hymn remained.

That layered, cascading hymn, as if millions of Angels were singing in chorus above the clouds, flowed down from the depths of the golden pillar of light, gently and irresistibly drowning out everything.

New York, an underground shelter in Hell's Kitchen.

The thread-thin beam of golden light leaking through a crack in the ceiling suddenly widened, as if someone had torn open that wound and let more radiance pour in.

Alessandro struggled out of his mother's arms and stood beneath that light.

The golden glow fell on his dirty little face, on his worn-out T-shirt, and in his dark, bright eyes, healing everything.

His mouth opened into a tiny O.

"Mom!" He pointed at the ceiling, his voice as clear as spring water. "Angels."

Maria said nothing.

She knelt on the floor, both hands covering her mouth, tears rolling down in silence.

She was not religious.

In the three years since she had come to this country, she had been to churches, to supermarkets, to subway stations, and to the back kitchens of Chinese restaurants that were always short one worker.

But she had never seen God, and she had never expected God to see her. Yet at this moment, when that golden light fell across her son's face—she believed.

It was not just the child.

Everyone's wounds were being healed.

Beside them, the white