This pressure was unlike that of any enemy they knew.
It held none of the cold rules of Sentry machines, none of the lawless fury of the Chaos Force, none of the sacred majesty of Asgardian power.
It was ancient, vast, boundless, and domineering—an ultimate oppression that encompassed the destruction of stars.
It was as though the entire starry sky were bearing down on them, as though the resentment of billions of dead stars had gathered into one.
It was as though the breath of the universe's end were slowly spreading: heavy, cold, and hopeless.
In an instant, it stilled the breeze across the estate, froze the flowers in place, and made the lights tremble.
Everyone who had been laughing and playing fell quiet almost at once.
Their expressions sharpened and their bodies tensed, instincts honed by years of bloody battle screaming warnings.
The laughter in the courtyard died abruptly. The entire estate shifted from lively ease to taut solemnity.
"What powerful pressure from deep space..."
Commander Sister's gaze sharpened as her aura instantly solidified. Her extraordinary perception caught the terrifying level of that power at once.
"It doesn't belong to Earth or any universe we know. This is the power of stellar destruction on a higher plane."
A faint glimmer of chaos lit Wanda's eyes. She instinctively summoned her power, guarded against every direction, and spoke gravely.
"Beyond the dimensions, deep in the galaxy, a supreme force of destruction has locked onto Earth. Its aura far surpasses Lord Sentry's."
2B and A2 stood shoulder to shoulder, a pure-white longsword and a dark greatblade materializing in their hands.
The fierce edge they had carried through apocalyptic wars returned in an instant. Their faces hardened as they stared toward the distant reaches of space.
"This is a cross-galactic threat, and Earth