Boom—!
Golden light, like the first ray of dawn piercing the night, briefly broke through the crimson defense of Chaos Magic before exploding against Zombie Wanda's chest, tearing a savage wound into her inhuman body!
"Ah—!!"
A shriek of pain, so piercing it twisted the air, tore through the hall. Wanda instinctively retaliated through the agony, and an even more violent torrent of Chaos Magic instantly locked onto Miles, who had no time to change direction in midair!
"Damn it..."
Miles cried out in pain as he was blasted uncontrollably away. He plummeted from the air and slammed hard into the ground, cracking the solid stone floor as spiderweb-like fissures spread wildly from beneath him.
"Clack... crack..."
Crisp mechanical reassembly sounds rang out. The golden longbow in his hand swiftly broke apart and contracted the instant he landed, reverting into the unremarkable Staff of Phastos, which he gripped tightly.
He could not use the armor form again for a while...
"Take this chance... get out..."
Miles struggled upright, dropping to one knee as he hoarsely warned the others.
"That woman... she's about to come after us!"
"Miles, your body..." Lily suddenly cried out.
The others looked over in horror and saw black, stagnant blood slowly seeping out from Miles's already-rotting zombie body.
His entire body shook violently beyond his control, as if he might fall apart the next second.
This body had ultimately only belonged to an ordinary young man who had become a zombie. Forcing its physical constitution to the point where it could confront Zombie Wanda head-on in such a short time naturally came at a price.
"...This zombie body can't withstand too much power at once."
Miles shook his head and forced himself to his feet before looking in another direction.
That was where Thor stood.
Rumble...!!