"Grab my hand..."
Gamora braced herself against the pressure, came to Quill's side, and extended her left hand.
For an instant, Quill seemed to see his mother lying in her hospital bed, her eyes shining with maternal love.
She reached out a thin, withered arm to him.
The feeling was warm and nostalgic.
Struggling, he extended his right hand and grasped Gamora's.
"Boom—"
"Aah—"
The moment Gamora touched Quill, energy surged directly into her.
A pained howl burst from her mouth.
Her green body was instantly engulfed by a torrent of purple energy.
At that moment, Drax also strained to reach over from the side and resolutely placed one hand on Quill's shoulder.
"Aah—"
He joined the screaming squad as well.
The main thing was companionship.
The patterns across his body glowed purple, and he looked like he was about to shatter.
At some point, Rocket Raccoon had also woken up. Struggling to his feet, he stepped into the ball of energy.
He laboriously grabbed one of Drax's fingers.
"Aah—"
His fur standing completely on end, another member joined the screaming squad.
They had practically formed a four-man dungeon party missing one player, and they were in a real hurry.
Come on, were they that eager to head to Stratholme?
At that moment, a slender hand gently pried open Quill's palm and took the Power Stone from it.
A calm voice drifted over.
"I called you here, yet you're the ones standing at the front...
Have you not taken me, your captain, seriously at all?"
The pressure on Quill and the other three, who had gradually adapted to the crushing energy, suddenly eased.
They forced their eyes open and looked over.
It was the captain!
A faint smile rested on his face as he held the Power Stone in his