Aboard the Ravagers' ship.
Yang Bo stood at the observation window at the very front of the ship, gazing at the cloud-shrouded planet below with a smile on his face.
He turned to Yondu and said, "Sorry for the trouble!"
Yondu grinned, revealing his uneven teeth. "We Ravagers take our reputation very seriously."
That line might fool other people, but Yondu was a sucker for money. The only thing that mattered more to him was Star-Lord.
"Yondu, you really ought to clean this ship. If it weren't for the windows, I'd think I was in a dump rather than outer space."
"Let's head down. The sooner we're done, the sooner you can spend your money without worrying."
The ship sped straight down, piercing the thick atmosphere and revealing Vormir's distinctive landscape.
Seas and beaches wove together like a child's doodles, their beauty resonating deep within the soul.
After circling the planet once, they soon found their destination: a towering rocky mountain, with faint traces of ruined buildings at its summit.
Under Yang Bo's direction, the ship soon landed on a platform. He stepped off, glanced at the platform, and said, "This feels like a purpose-built landing pad."
Just then, a figure floated over from the distance. Despite the lack of wind, his enormous cloak kept fluttering. Yang Bo narrowed his eyes at him.
"Red Skull?"
Beneath the cloak was a red, skeletal face. It belonged to Johann Schmidt, Hydra's leader during World War II. The Space Stone had rejected him back then and teleported him to the Soul Stone's location. Eventually, the Soul Stone had taken control of him, turning him into a guardian.
"That was merely the name I used in my former life. Welcome, everyone!"
With his face hidden beneath his cloak, Red Skull looked at Yondu, who