Are you going to fight him?
Miles heard the voice of the "himself" from this world in his mind.
"Of course," he replied quietly.
Are you sure you can win?
The original Miles's voice was somewhat tense. I can feel your power now. Your psychic power is much stronger than mine, but you're still far from being his match.
"We won't know until we fight, will we..." Miles said hoarsely. "And don't forget, there are several Eternals. We can't pass up any chance to catch one alone."
Isn't this too risky?
"The world's about to end already. Why worry about all that?"
The moment Miles finished speaking, the sky was suddenly torn apart by golden light!
Two pure beams of destruction, carrying heat that could burn everything, shot down fiercely from the heavens, aimed straight at his forehead!
Zombie Ikaris had made his move!
Psychic Ability · Psionic Force Field.
Miles's pupils contracted as he thrust one hand upward!
Hum!
A round golden shield instantly unfolded above his head.
"Sizzle—!"
The Heat Vision slammed into the shield, producing a piercing hiss of burning.
The golden shield trembled violently, ripples spreading across its surface. The psychic energy forming it evaporated and dissolved at an astonishing rate beneath the intense heat!
"Just as I thought, this was too rushed..."
Miles gritted his teeth. Veins bulged in the arm supporting the shield, trembling slightly beyond his control.
Without the Staff of Phastos as an energy amplifier, his own telekinesis alone could not withstand an attack of this level for long.
He let out a muffled groan and abruptly tilted the telekinetic shield aside!
The scorching beam skimmed past his body, plowing another deep molten trench through the ruins behind him. Crimson lava churned at the bottom.
Taking advantage of the opening, Miles raised