Gamora, who had been wiping her weapons in the corner, suddenly felt an abnormally icy hum run through the blade.
It was Godslayer's sensitivity to energy.
At the same time, an intense pressure enveloped her entire body, nearly crushing the breath from her.
It instantly reminded her of how it had felt to face Thanos.
"Zing—!"
Gamora instantly assumed a combat stance, lowering her body as her gaze sharpened like a blade.
She locked firmly onto the direction the disturbance had come from.
She had survived too many brushes with death and possessed a beastlike instinct for danger.
"This oppressive feeling... it's stranger and less predictable than Ronan's Accuser energy...
Could he have joined forces with Thanos to take revenge?"
With a tight frown, she turned to Quill, who looked utterly bewildered beside her, and warned him:
"Quill! Get back! This thing is dangerous!"
Quill had also noticed something strange when Rocket spoke up to ask about it.
While the others were either terrified, wary, or fanatical,
Quill treated the colorful, dazzling glow like a party disco ball and swayed to his feet.
"There has to be something wrong with that liquor! I actually heard a hint of affection in Yondu's voice just now..."
With a bleary gaze, Quill searched around for Gamora. The party had already begun; he had to invite Gamora to dance.
Then he suddenly heard Gamora's enthusiastic call!
Yes!
That was the rhythm!
Struggling to keep his balance, his unconscious swaying luckily let him dodge a wineglass flying past at high speed.
Quill then performed an exaggerated backflip before landing unsteadily.
With practiced ease, he pulled out the "Element Guns" at his waist.
Except the guns had long since been gone. It was all imaginary.
Assuming what he considered an incredibly cool "hero entrance" pose, he