The liquid metal flowed slowly across Chu Hang's palm, breathing as though it were alive.
The temperature in the main control room plunged seventeen degrees.
Tony stood before the lab table, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
He stared at the silvery substance, his eyes flashing with madness and unease.
Reed Richards's fingers blurred across the holographic keyboard.
He had been working for thirty-six hours straight, but the light burning in his eyes was fiercer than ever.
Before him, three masses of liquid metal floated within containment fields, strange runes constantly surfacing across them.
The runes rearranged themselves. They learned. They evolved.
Clark stood by the viewport, fists clenched.
His Super Hearing caught a low-frequency pulse from inside the metal. It sounded like a heartbeat, or the call of some ancient creature.
He turned toward Chu Hang, wanting to say something, but chose silence.
Wanda retreated to a corner with Adam in her arms.
Chaos Magic flickered uncontrollably at her fingertips.
She could feel that the aura radiating from the three masses of metal was identical to the Beyonders' energy that had nearly devoured her son.
Though it had been purified, the danger at its core had never disappeared.
The golden Third Eye on Strange's forehead worked at full power.
He saw countless timelines converging at this moment, and countless catastrophic outcomes the metal might cause.
But what chilled him most was that, in every branch, they had no other choice.
Thor gripped Stormbreaker as lightning ran wild along its blade.
He knew nothing about the Beyonders or Logic Viruses, but he knew one thing—
Whatever stood before him was more dangerous than any enemy he had ever faced.
The air in the main control room seemed to freeze.
Everyone waited for Chu Hang to speak.
Chu Hang merely studied