Constantine watched the wounded beast sink into the molten iron. The supernatural blood running over its skin ignited like grease, its flesh charred as bright flames burst forth. The beast roared in pain, Black Bolt relentlessly twisting his body as his shattered bat wings churned and thrashed through the crimson molten iron. Piercing psychic sound waves erupted wildly, yet he still could not escape his fate of sinking. Only when molten steel poured into his maw and scorched his throat pouch did the sound finally vanish. The Praetorian Commander fired downward, forcing the beast's skull beneath the surface of the river of molten iron before it had fully submerged.
As the last sonic bubble burst in the molten iron, the melted metal erupted like lava, cooled, and rained down. Countless tiny, irregular steel beads fell onto the deck like a pleasant torrential shower. Constantine lowered his arm and brushed droplets of solidifying molten iron from his battle robe. He believed the beast with its extraordinarily tenacious vitality had finally met its end. The King of Attilan's Inhumans had ultimately died within his own fortress; that did not disgrace his honor as a king. It was only a pity Constantine had not seen the other beast suffer the same fate. Any witnesses who might exist in this linear timeline were not equipped with a Communication System, so he did not expect an answer if he asked.
Constantine caught a flash of golden armor in the corner of his eye before it vanished.
He nodded in that direction and made a Sacred Guard tactical gesture with one hand, though he did not know whether the other party could receive the message. He waited a while longer, until all that remained was the gurgling of the molten metal river and the groaning of