Rock, magma, and soil shot skyward under a terrifying gravitational pull, defying the laws of physics.
Rumble!
Countless fragments of rock gathered in midair, compressing into an ever-growing black sphere.
As the surface was stripped away layer by layer, the scene deep underground was finally exposed to the air.
A section of an enormous grayish-white body came into view.
Its surface was as smooth as marble, covered in mysterious cosmic patterns.
It was an arm.
No, a finger.
Or rather, a fingertip.
Just that section of fingertip was several kilometers long, its surface covered in strange patterns and giving off faint energy fluctuations.
The unborn Celestial, Tiamut.
Just then, several figures suddenly hurtled toward her from the distance, whistling through the air.
"Stop!"
A furious roar laced with anger and fear pierced the air, reverberating across the sky.
Hermione paused, cutting off the magic powering Planetary Devastation.
The enormous stone sphere hung suspended in the gravitational field, blotting out the sky and sun.
She turned her head, sweeping a cold gaze over the newcomers.
There were around ten of them, wearing battle suits of different colors and sporting a variety of appearances.
The man leading them wore a form-fitting battle suit and hovered in the air, his eyes glowing faintly gold.
He had quite the Homelander look.
He hovered above Hermione, looking down at her with a furious expression.
"Do you know what you're doing?!"
Hermione tilted her head and gave him a cold glance.
"What the hell does it have to do with you?"
Homelander froze, then his expression darkened.
For seven thousand years, he had grown accustomed to humanity's reverence. Wherever they went, humans worshipped them as gods.
This was the first time anyone had ever dismissed him like this.
"You're dead!"
Golden light blazed in the man's