Yelena hovered in silence, her hair whipping in the winds of destruction.
The tip of her own sword, now under the Valkyrie's control, hummed inches from her face—its edge radiating power dense enough to melt an entire city into slag if it fell even slightly.
The air also shimmered from the decay energy pulsing off the blade, so thick it made the sky look bruised.
She didn't move. She didn't even breathe. Because she understood one thing.
It wasn't that she had no more options.
It was that none of them mattered.
She could unleash another move, since she hadn't even come close to showing her full strength.
If she wanted, she could open the Heaven's Shroud Array, call forth the angel's curse itself and reduce the capital to ash.She could even sacrifice a part of her life to summon the Divine Singularity.
Every ounce of her being screamed to fight back.
But she knew the truth...and it broke her pride.
