High-energy particle beams flashed as the secondary cannons of thirteen Kree warships lit up at the same time. More than a dozen devastating particle beams completely drowned the coordinates where Miles stood.
Yet at the very instant the thirteen Kree warships fired their secondary cannons in unison, the space before Miles suddenly caved in like the surface of water.
Psychic Annihilation!
A pitch-black rift silently opened. The azure particle beams crashed into it, then were swallowed by distorted spacetime, which returned to calm.
"Hm?"
Miles let out a soft sound. For that instant, he seemed to sense something appearing out of nowhere in the space not far away.
[What was that?]
Miles frowned. After carefully probing the area, he found nothing, as though it had only been an illusion.
Elsewhere, the Kree fleet's communications channel briefly fell silent.
"The target still exists."
"Energy readings are abnormal."
"My attack didn't hit him!"
A Kree commander cried out in horror. "All attacks were redirected."
In the projected display, Miles was still floating in his original position.
The enormous spatial rift slowly closed, leaving behind only a faint blue-white streak of light that dissipated in the darkness like the last ember before a flame went out.
Then Miles revealed a mysterious smile in the surveillance feeds of every ship before taking a step forward.
Psychic Traversal.
An azure spatial gateway appeared out of thin air, and Miles's figure abruptly vanished from space.
Almost simultaneously, space above the outer armored deck of the Kree flagship violently contracted inward.
The frost coating the hull shattered under an invisible force. Fine white crystalline fragments scattered through the vacuum before psychic waves pushed them outward.
Miles stepped out from the distorted space, his magnetic boots landing softly on the Kree flagship's deep-blue outer deck.
With his