Green dots flashed wildly across the dimensional monitoring system.
Chu Hang did not hesitate. He vanished from the control room in a flicker.
Clark instinctively tried to follow, but the aftershock of torn space drove him back three steps.
By the time he steadied himself, a streak of gold and red had appeared beyond the viewport, racing faster than light toward the strange bundle of green energy.
"Is he insane?"
Tony stared at the screen, his fingers flying over the holographic keyboard.
"That thing's energy readings are completely unstable. It could be a trap!"
Reed Richards pulled up an energy analysis chart, and his pupils contracted.
"No. It's worse than a trap."
"The structure of that energy... I've seen similar fluctuations in the Council archives."
"That's the signature of a Dimension Bomb. If it goes off, it'll tear open the fabric of space for a thousand kilometers in every direction."
Wanda held Adam tight as Chaos Magic danced uncontrollably at her fingertips.
She could feel the malice inside that green glow.
It was disdain and mockery from a higher dimension, as if to say: Your struggle is nothing but the last thrashing of ants in the mud.
The golden Third Eye on Strange's forehead worked at full power, the Vishanti's power gathering into intricate runes within it.
He saw branching timelines and countless catastrophic outcomes that the bundle of energy might cause.
But what chilled him more was that, in every branch, Chu Hang chose to face it alone.
"He knows what it is."
Strange spoke quietly, an unusual note of tension in his voice.
Thor tightened his grip on Stormbreaker, lightning raging across its blade.
"Then let me help him!"
"Don't move."
Nathaniel spoke up suddenly, his voice urgent.
"The dimensional passage is being forcibly locked down. Only Chu