Tyrant's white eyes narrowed sharply the instant he saw the sword.
"Necrosword." The calm vanished from his voice, replaced by something that was fear, yet not entirely fear.
"That is the Creator's divine weapon. How do you have the Creator's sword?"
Eve raised the sword before her eyes, her gray gaze fixed on the black radiance along its blade.
"It is mine."
She took a step forward.
The black Symbiote tissue beneath her feet retreated in all directions, not because she was driving it away, but because it was fleeing in fear on its own.
The Necrosword's energy field was fatal to Symbiotes. It was an extension of Knull's will, the sword of the Symbiotes' ancestor.
They could not resist it, could not approach it, could not even look directly at it.
Tyrant released the other Avengers. The tentacles binding Steve, Natasha, Thor, and Hela fell from his hands and withdrew into his body.
The Avengers dropped from the air and hit the ground with dull thuds.
They had not been corrupted by the Symbiotes, but their bodies had already exhausted most of their strength from being restrained by the tentacles.
Steve climbed to his feet, picked up his shield with his right hand, and grabbed Natasha's arm with his left, pulling her up from the ground.
Thor held out his hand and summoned Stormbreaker back, the axe blade smashing a small crater into the ground.
Hela remained where she was, her green eyes fixed on Eve's back, her brows slightly furrowed.
Tyrant's body began to change. The dark red patterns across his black skin started flowing faster.
His six horns began to glow, and his white eyes began to change.
They shifted from white to dark red, a tiny black point like a needle tip appearing in his pupils.