"Bitch, when you get to Hell, remember that Uncle Namor was the one who killed you!" Namor drove the Trident of Poseidon through Black Queen's head. To prevent her unfathomable soul-absorbing trick, he leaped ten meters away the moment he finished his threat, not even pulling out the trident.
"Is it over...?" Magik panted heavily. After the brutal battle, her demonization had grown increasingly severe. Her legs had turned into the reverse-jointed legs of a demon, and two goat-like horns had sprouted from her forehead.
"It should be over... Dear God!!..." Though he felt the enemy had not been as powerful as expected, Doctor Strange still reached his own conclusion. It was not that the enemy had weakened—it was that they had grown stronger?
But when he looked up at the sky the next second, he immediately froze.
He was not the only one. Magik followed his gaze upward and saw the same horrifying sight.
A massive rift had been torn open in the sky. Several fingers, smooth as jade yet as enormous as pillars supporting the heavens, gripped the edges of the crack. It seemed that two immeasurable giant hands were pulling the fissure apart, while an eye that appeared to stretch across the horizon gazed down at them with amusement, as though a person were looking at a swarm of ants.
The eye was beautiful, but once anything became this enormous, no human aesthetic could still find it beautiful.
The fighting in several areas stopped at the same time. As the Black Queen Namor had killed vanished, Magneto, Mystique, and Queen White were simultaneously freed. Nearly seven million Mutants throughout Genosha all looked up at the sky, at that eye which seemed even larger than the heavens.
"What's going on? Can any of you give me an explanation?