Gravik's eyes widened as he watched the Mysterious Woman crush Epstein's head with a single foot. His heart clenched, and he felt grateful for his earlier caution.
He stared blankly at the sight, overwhelmed by fear at what could have happened.
That uncanny speed and strength were far beyond anything a handful of aliens who only knew how to play "dress-up" could contend with.
Nick Fury's expression grew grave as well. The Mysterious Woman was terrifyingly powerful, and his nerves kept firing warnings at him:
Danger-! Stay away-!!
With a squelch, the woman pulled her heel free of Epstein's corpse. She raised her right hand and elegantly wiped the few drops of blood splattered on her cheek, then turned to look at Coachella, who was staring fixedly at her.
Coachella gazed into those inhuman crimson eyes. Their bloodred depths seemed capable of drawing a person's soul inside.
She should have been afraid, yet beneath the woman's gaze, she felt her temperature rise and her blood surge.
A storm seemed to sweep through her heart, tangling all her emotions together.
Who is she? Did she come specifically to save me?
In Coachella's eyes, the woman stood like a towering mountain between heaven and earth, giving her an endless sense of security.
Although they had only been together for a few minutes, Coachella felt she had been gently cherished throughout that brief time.
Something different broke through the soil of Coachella's heart, like a new shoot brimming with life and vitality.
It was an admiration unlike anything she had ever felt, a reverence born from the depths of her soul.
The woman's strength, mystery, and gentleness drew her in like a magnet, leaving her helplessly captivated.
That admiration burned like a flame in her heart, growing fiercer and fiercer, impossible to extinguish.