Quill, Gamora, Drax, and Groot cautiously entered a hall.
The doors automatically shut behind them.
It was pitch-black.
"I can't see a thing..."
Drax muttered.
Groot spread his hands, and glowing spores drifted one after another through the air around them.
They illuminated the scenery around the group.
As they watched the sparkling spores continuously float by, they felt as though they were not aboard the dangerous Dark Aster.
But in some dreamlike garden.
"When did you learn that trick?"
Drax looked at the points of light around them and asked.
Quill gave Drax a helpless look.
"You don't even need to ask. The answer is 'I am Groot'..."
"The flight deck is three hundred meters from here..."
With her vision restored, Gamora quickly pinpointed the direction of their target.
The group continued onward.
Perhaps the romantic atmosphere had inspired him.
Drax sighed.
"I'm very grateful that you could forgive my monstrous mistake, and I'm also glad to have—friends again."
He looked at Quill with emotion.
"You are my good friend, Quill."
"Thanks."
"This adorable dumb tree is also my friend...
"And this green tigress is also my..."
"Would you shut up!"
Gamora could not take Drax's mushiness anymore.
Could he at least pick the right time?
She turned and stopped Drax's sentimental speech.
Suddenly, a figure appeared before them, like a curved blade drawn from its sheath.
A chill surged through the air.
"Gamora! Look at the mess you've made.
"You're still as weak as ever...
"You stupid trai—"
Whoosh—boom!
Before Nebula could finish, a rocket with a long trail blasted her far away.
Drax slowly lowered the smoking bazooka from his shoulder.
"I will not allow her to maliciously slander my friend."
Gamora stared blankly at him. The words she had meant to use to scold Drax would