Galactus's protective plate armor, forged from high-density energy,
shattered beneath Su Ming's upgraded Crescent Moon Blade, scattering into dark motes of light.
His immense body had lost its most important protection
and lay fully exposed before billions of eyes.
The mighty Cosmic Demon had been stripped naked in public.
His dignity was in tatters. He had become a joke on a cosmic scale.
His face, formed from stellar remains and energy,
could not be described in terms of a human complexion,
but violent emotions sent colors of energy churning wildly across it:
the dark red of rage,
the deep violet of humiliation,
and flashes of deathly pale lightning that betrayed his disbelief...
The colors shifted with such complexity, the emotions played out so vividly,
that the finest actor in the world would have felt inadequate.
Chaotic energy even sparked blue arcs around his face,
revealing just how close his resolve was to breaking.
Below, humanity's celebration rubbed salt into his wounded pride.
The exhilaration of surviving disaster mixed with biting commentary on the demon's "true form,"
and every remark buzzed like a fly,
finding its way into his acutely sensitive perception:
"Oh my God, he's hideous... Is that really what a god should look like?"
"God, is his body under that armor made of mud? It looks all sticky and lumpy!"
"Right? Not smooth at all. Disgusting."
"A monster's a monster. Even the half-evolved bugs on Earth look better than him..."
Their undisguised scorn and mockery,
word by word, sentence by sentence,
became countless invisible daggers
that stabbed deep into the Cosmic Demon's mind!
The nerves already stretched taut by his setbacks finally snapped!
"Shut up! All of you, shut up!! How dare you wretched, insignificant mayflies judge my supreme form?!!"
His roar shook the stars. A wave of Destruction