My Ears Are Ringing

Their heads, arms, and thighs were all locked in place.

They looked like plaster statues frozen solid.

Yet the platinum-gold energy on their bodies had not gone out. It was still burning and surging upward.

If one looked closely enough,

one could even see their hair floating under the impact of photon energy, while their eyeballs darted around in panic!

Vala, Tari, G'iah, Somali...

Every Skrull had been imagining life after the war just one second before making their move.

Yet less than a second after acting, despair had descended upon them.

"Hmph..." Suddenly, a cold snort rang beside every Super-Skrull's ears.

Their eyes turned in terror, but all they could see were panicked humans below, screaming in fright. They could not see the owner of that voice.

Until several seconds later, two voices came through their earpieces.

One person said, "You Skrulls really do love sprinting down the road to death."

The other was Gravik. "S-Superman!? How could you possibly have noticed our operation?"

Just as the Super-Skrulls began to act,

on the balcony of an apartment in Brooklyn,

Leon's invisible psychic power spread out, instantly taking control of every corner of the world.

Then he could not help sighing.

These guys had come to disturb his peaceful life of sunbathing alone again.

He had clearly handed the Skrull matter over to the Men in Black and Tony long ago.

If Captain Marvel had not inexplicably come knocking before, he probably would not even have bothered to glance at it.

Tony and the Men in Black were too kindhearted to commit genocide.

And he himself could not be bothered to spend effort dealing with them.

So long as the Skrulls moved somewhere else, they could naturally wreak havoc however they pleased.

Yet these people insisted on rushing to