I hope you can come here. I hope I can die with dignity.
Black Bolt closed his eyes, enduring the agony in his vocal cords. The bloody slaughter was spreading, and he was powerless to stop it. He watched his people being dismembered and devoured by those monsters, their remaining body parts impaled on black spikes and raised high like banners. The sheer brutality filled him with rage, yet there was nothing he could do. Survivors and soldiers were still trapped among those creatures; the moment he spoke, the innocent would inevitably be harmed. He turned his head and opened his eyes, only to find someone standing beside him, radiating a warm, faint glow. The man watched the massacre below, his kind black eyes filled with pain. But when he looked upon those hellish monsters, the hatred and indifference in his eyes burned like an erupting volcano. It was the pain and hatred of a Supreme Good witnessing atrocity, a fury so nearly tangible that it stung the skin of Black Bolt's cheek. No explanation was needed. Black Bolt knew who he was.
Was this within your expectations? Black Bolt asked silently.
"Yes," the Human Monarch replied calmly. Though he was merely a phantom, he seemed as real as a physical being. "This invasion was bound to happen. I could not allow it to happen on Earth, or the psychic contamination would spread beyond control."
"How many of us can survive?"
"Only the Civilian Clans and the Gene Technology researchers from the other clans."
"So this is what you wanted, Gene Technology?" Black Bolt suddenly felt angry. Though he understood the Human Monarch's decision, he would not ask such a childish question as why human lives were more valuable than Inhuman lives in the Emperor's eyes. As rulers, they were