Pietro grabbed the dagger and vanished again. He had figured it out: although going in meant getting beaten up, no one except this woman was faster than him. So be it. As long as he could keep her occupied.
Just as Makkari prepared to knock Pietro away, the missiles filling the sky were already closing in on the device.
Of the three remaining in the circle, two more voluntarily withdrew from the psychic synchronization.
Phastos raised his right hand and rapidly tapped his wrist guard several times.
Intricate geometric patterns of light unfolded out of thin air, forming a massive, hemispherical golden barrier that covered the transport device securely.
The barrage of missiles struck the barrier, erupting in deafening blasts of flame. The violent shock waves uprooted every tree around it.
But when the flames cleared, there was not even a single crack in the golden shield.
Phastos, the Eternals' master technologist, lowered his hand without expression.
Behind Phastos, a young man with a gloomy face slowly stepped forward.
Druig coldly surveyed the battlefield, a strange, hazy gray light rising in his eyes.
The next instant, an invisible yet immensely heavy psychic storm swept across the entire battlefield!
"Ugh!"
A powerful wave of dizziness instantly stripped Tony of consciousness. His vision went black, and his armor went out of control, plummeting from the sky.
"Sir!"
JARVIS called repeatedly.
Tony did not answer.
He had lost consciousness, but his armor stabilized again under JARVIS's control. Its Repulsors automatically aimed and fired at Druig, only for Phastos's barrier to block every shot.
Pietro also collapsed to the ground, clutching his head.
Fortunately, unlike Tony, his body had undergone several enhancements, so the Psychic Blast had not knocked him unconscious. But Makkari's fists struck him, attacking his body and consciousness at the same