Wanda Maximoff stepped onto the final stair. Surrounded by Laser Rifles and Explosive Rounds Guns whose muzzles gave off the smell of hot metal, she followed Praetorian Guard Amon into the courtyard the frontline staff had designated "Fifth Hub Anima Qing." The sight before her made her suck in a sharp breath and cover her mouth to keep herself from screaming.
Many Arcanists lay nearby with blood flowing from their noses and mouths, receiving treatment from the medics of the First Secret Regiment.
Using rapid surgical drills mounted on their rapid-treatment gauntlets, the medics bored into the skulls of unconscious Arcanists, released excessive intracranial pressure, and removed portions of their temporal lobes to prevent seizures and save their lives. Yet several bodies that had been declared completely devoid of vital signs lay beside the Emperor's boots. Through the smoke from the drills boring into skulls, carrying the burnt stench of blood and flesh, Wanda Maximoff caught a fleeting glimpse of the rare fury that flashed across the Emperor's face.
No more than six corpses had been struck by Laser Weapons and Explosive Weapons, their chests and foreheads pierced and scorched. The eye sockets of all the others had been burned into empty holes. This showed that many Arcanists had already died before long-range rockets destroyed the barrier and the First Secret Regiment and Battle Sisters rapidly stormed in to suppress the situation.
One medic had already opened the skulls of those corpses with an electric cutting saw for rapid autopsies. The brain tissue of these Arcanists had been burned to ash. With the tacit consent of the Praetorian Guard, Wanda Maximoff suppressed her nausea and fear, half-closing her eyes as she stretched out her arm and pinched up a small amount of ash from an opened skull.
Wanda Maximoff quickly