Gamora was firmly restrained by two prisoners, a sharpened metal strip held across her neck.
She was being escorted past Quill's cell.
Seeing this, Quill pushed aside the thick arm wrapped around him and followed.
He still had questions for Gamora. She could not die yet.
Rocket Raccoon had keen senses, and the slightest movement made him wake up alertly.
Seeing Quill get up and leave, he asked in confusion,
"Quill, where are you going?"
He ran to the bars and pressed for an answer, but received no response.
"Gamora, you have committed countless crimes across the universe. You have been sentenced to death!"
A frail alien held a homemade short blade to Gamora's neck, planning to slit her artery.
Suddenly, a deep, raspy voice sounded from behind them:
"Do you dare!"
In the darkness, a towering figure slowly approached.
Bare-chested and heavily muscled, he radiated an intense sense of oppression.
"You know who I am, don't you?"
Those with sharp eyes recognized the big man.
"Drax, known as the Destroyer."
At that moment, Quill and Rocket quietly reached the doorway and observed the situation inside.
"Why do they call me that?"
Like a savage bandit, Drax glared at them with wide, furious eyes.
The alien who had been about to execute Gamora was somewhat bewildered, but under Drax's pressure, his voice trembled with a hint of flattery.
"You killed many of Ronan's men..."
He honestly answered Drax's question.
Drax slowly walked up to Gamora, his eyes filled with vicious hatred.
"Ronan murdered my wife, Ovette, and my daughter, Kamaria...
"He butchered them on the spot, then laughed like a madman!"
When he mentioned the laughter, Drax suddenly roared, making several people flinch.
They were even more confused about what he intended to do.
"Her life is not yours to