Ravagers spaceship.
Kraglin puffed out his cheeks, his lips pursed into a strange curve.
"Whew—whew—!"
Amid the clumsy whistling, Yondu's former Yaka Arrow wobbled into the air.
It traced an eerie streak of light.
The whistle trembled, and the Yaka Arrow trembled along with it...
The next second—
"Whew—"
Kraglin lost control, and his whistle suddenly became short and forceful.
As if receiving an order, the Yaka Arrow turned into a streak of light and vanished down the end of the corridor in an instant.
"Pfft!"
"Ah—!!"
A painful wail abruptly rang out along with the sound of the Yaka Arrow piercing flesh.
Tragic as hell.
The scene slowly panned...
One of the Ravagers Kraglin had just recruited.
A muscular man like Drax clutched his chest tightly where the Yaka Arrow had struck.
Howling in agony.
The scene swiftly cut back to Kraglin.
The kid wore a fin crest modeled after Yondu's, his expression stiff.
His hands slowly moved behind his back.
As though nothing had happened.
Yet his feet honestly began inching backward.
Until a certain moment—
Whoosh!
His figure flashed, disappearing around the corner.
He even had a bit of Quicksilver's speed...
On another starship.
Stakar held an old-fashioned machine gun as he paced back and forth before the others.
"What a shame...
That it took a tragedy like losing Yondu for us to reunite.
Of course.
That bastard isn't dead...
But I think he'd be proud to know we'd formed a team again!"
"I'm in."
As soon as Stakar finished speaking, a lizard-faced fellow entirely made of crystal.
Moved his lips, producing the crisp sound of clinking glass.
"Wonderful!"
"I've missed you all so much!"
At the same time, a mask-shaped robot-like being at his feet spoke in a mechanical yet sincere voice.
"Ha... yes..."
Another tall