Preparations Before the Battle

The truth was that Carol did not particularly like Fury's habit of doubting everything.

But their old comradeship remained.

And now, Carol had begun to take a liking to Coulson.

Thus, all the combat personnel were ready.

But before they set out,

Carol went to see Tsunade first.

She was very interested in the Holy Light, and equally interested in the Grand Paladin who, according to Coulson, possessed the ability to resurrect the dead.

"Hello." Carol walked straight up to Tsunade, who was drinking, and introduced herself openly. "I'm Carol."

Tsunade glanced at her, raising an eyebrow.

"You're seriously ill."

Carol froze.

"Those rampaging energies have given you tremendous power, but they're also constantly eroding your body. You can no longer be called 'human.' If this continues, sooner or later, you won't even qualify as a life-form. What you'll become then will be up to fate." Tsunade took a sip of fine wine, yet her eyes showed not the slightest hint of drunkenness.

This was indeed Carol's current condition.

After all, her birth had been entirely accidental—a mishap that no one but fate could have anticipated.

Clearly, Carol knew this herself.

"That's why I have to do something meaningful within my limited lifespan," Carol said, casually picking up the wine bottle in Tsunade's hand and pouring herself a glass.

"I can cure you," Tsunade suddenly said.

"You're sure?" Carol raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.

She had spent so many years in the universe, and it wasn't as if she had never looked for a solution.

But there had been no solution at all.

The energy inside her was simply too vast and too overbearing.

Even the finest mages couldn't control it in the slightest. She could only use it through brute force. It allowed her to fly faster than light,