The Phoenix Force Chose the Wrong Person?

The anger he had suppressed for so long, along with his frustration and helplessness, finally erupted, but he had nowhere to vent it.

A mole lurked aboard the Helicarrier, their trump card had been stolen, and the higher-ups were piling on pressure. Every path ahead seemed hopeless, each crisis weighing on him until he could barely breathe.

Fury forced down his surging anger and snapped his one-eyed gaze toward the main screen, fixing it on the final battle in outer space.

What he saw next nearly froze the blood in his veins.

The battle in outer space had turned completely.

The black-and-white clash that had appeared evenly matched had collapsed. The power of the Black Hole's origin under Russell's control swelled without limit, expanding layer by layer.

The dark domain of destruction devoured the surrounding space, squeezing the White Hole's domain of creation that Captain Marvel relied on until it was on the verge of collapse.

The White Hole's creative energy kept draining faster than it could be replenished. The dazzling white light around Captain Marvel grew dim and thin, her energy shield was riddled with cracks, her breathing quickened, and both her stamina and power were pushed beyond their limits.

Without the Tesseract to amplify her power at its source, her upper limit was fixed. She could not contend with the ever-growing power of the Black Hole.

She drove the last of her Binary power to tear through the Black Hole's barrier and turn the battle around.

But every counterattack was crushed and swallowed by the destructive tides spilling from the Black Hole.

Her energy was running dry, her body was overloaded, and turbulent spacetime battered her without pause. Under all that pressure, Captain Marvel's resistance grew weaker and weaker.

Before everyone's eyes, the boundless Black Hole abruptly contracted,