A golden rift tore open in the center of the Void Fortress's control room.
The moment Chu Hang stepped out, every energy reading in the room shot off the scale.
Tony's armor blared a piercing alarm, red lights flashing wildly.
He instinctively took two steps back. His nanotech faceplate deployed automatically, forming a translucent shield before his face.
He could clearly see an unstable white halo radiating from Chu Hang.
Fine golden lightning crackled through it. Each bolt left a charred scar in space.
Every holographic screen suspended in the control room shattered.
Countless points of light flew through the room like a storm.
The machines monitoring the Multiverse began spewing smoke, their delicate components curling and warping in the flames.
Even the load-bearing beams inside the walls, forged from Uru metal and Vibranium Alloy, groaned as though they might collapse at any moment.
Nathaniel Richards stared wide-eyed.
The temporal coordinate device in his hand shook violently, its readings scrambled beyond recognition.
Countless universe designations flashed across its screen, as if something incomprehensible were interfering with it.
The temporal awareness he had inherited from the Council of Kangs screamed a warning: something terrifying stood before him.
Strange immediately raised a Vishanti shield, golden runes gathering into layers of defensive arrays before him.
But when the white halo touched their edges, the runes began to melt like wax in a fire.
The Third Eye on his forehead snapped open as he tried to see what had attached itself to Chu Hang.
One glance sent a sharp pain through the depths of his mind, as though countless spikes were tearing at his soul.
Clark stood in the corner.
His super-vision revealed the ever-expanding Inner Universe inside Chu Hang, churning furiously.
Countless Void Walkers darted through it, greedily devouring energy beyond comprehension.
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