The idea was different, and Ragna didn't say much.
Earth never needed Carol Danvers' shelter.
The ownership of Earth was never Carol's final say.
Fight. Only fight. A battle with raw power alone.
To prove who truly has the right to decide Earth's fate.
Carol's Binary Form erupted, fueled by the boundless cosmic energy of the Space Stone, linking her momentarily to the Power Cosmic, granting her nearly limitless energy.
But Ragna , wielding the Space Stone and drawing strength from a solar core, never lacked energy.
An empty, dead void.
On this day, it became the epicenter of the most violent energy clash.
Fist to fist. Foot to foot. Head to head.
Endless energy was released recklessly.
In the void, layers upon layers of beautiful yet terrifying energy ripples expanded outward.
A colossal asteroid, drifting aimlessly through space, was instantly shattered into cosmic dust upon contact with the shockwave.
The overwhelming energy fluctuations rippled across several small galaxies, sending tremors through distant star systems.
Such raw, uncontained power did not go unnoticed by the universe's dominant forces.
For three days and three nights, Carol and Ragna remained locked in battle.
A stationary battlefield of infinite energy collisions, each clash shaking the very fabric of space.
Their stamina seemed inexhaustible, their bodies unscathed, their battle unending.
"Damn it… it's because I lack a decisive killing technique," Ragna thought.
In the past, his sheer energy overwhelmed opponents.
But now, against Carol, whose power rivaled his own, he found himself unable to end the battle swiftly.
Still, Ragna was confident—this fight wouldn't last much longer.
Carol, enduring another of Ragna 's solar-powered strikes, felt a rare pang of unease.
She had fought Kree warlords, Skrull invaders, and even cosmic entities, but never an opponent quite like this.
His energy signature was too familiar—the same infinite energy as hers.
But worse, his attacks carried something else: the raw fury of a dying star, chaotic and unpredictable, disrupting the stability of her power.
If this continued, the accumulated microfractures in her cellular structure would eventually explode, leading to her downfall.
For someone with cosmic regeneration, it could take a month before the damage became critical.
But Carol wasn't willing to take that risk.
The universe was vast. There were countless planets under her protection, wars she needed to prevent, people relying on her.
She had no time to waste in an endless, stalemated battle.
Carol attempted to disengage—but Ragna wouldn't allow it.
Three days and nights of battle, victory within reach—how could he let her leave now?
Trapped between offense and retreat, Carol had no choice but to continue the battle.
Around them, the void was no longer empty.
Several large, majestic warships hovered nearby, their occupants observing the battle with great scrutiny.
"His power… it's evolved again," murmured Gladiator, the Praetor of the Shi'ar Imperial Guard, aboard a Shi'ar warship.
"If a final war ever breaks out, our Shi'ar Empire would be powerless against them, even if we channeled the full energy of our people."
The rate at which Ragna and his Holy Temple were growing was too fast.
Meanwhile, aboard a Kree Empire command ship, the Supreme Intelligence coldly analyzed the combat data.
In the end, the conclusion was clear:
Even if the Kree Empire deployed its most advanced weaponry, even if they unleashed the Supreme Accuser fleet, they would still fall after a prolonged battle.
"We must accelerate the Star God Initiative to prevent the worst-case scenario!"
"Seconded!"
"Agreed!"
The Supreme Intelligence finalized the decree—all resources would be funneled into their ultimate superweapon project.
Elsewhere, Ronan the Accuser observed the battle in silent rage.
His fingers clenched around the handle of the Universal Weapon, eyes burning with jealousy and ambition.
One day, he swore, he would wield such cosmic power himself.
Among the many onlookers, the Sovereign watched in stunned silence.
Their genetically-perfected golden skin, their superior energy manipulation, their claim to be the universe's pinnacle of creation—all felt insignificant now.
No matter how much power their energy cells generated, it was nothing compared to the forces at play here.
Every collision between Carol and Ragna 's fists released more energy than an entire Sovereign battle fleet could unleash.
The Nova Corps of Xandar, too, had arrived, analyzing the conflict with growing dread.
Their vaunted planetary defense network, the Nova Force, the energy of a thousand Nova Centurions combined—
None of it could stand up to the raw power of these two beings.
Every scan, every calculation, every probability model confirmed the same thing:
Neither Carol nor Ragna were bound by any known limit.
And yet, the battle raged on.
Beyond the four great cosmic factions, another ship lurked in the shadows.
A hooded figure, clad in tattered robes, concealed in the darkness of their ship, silently observed the spectacle.
Their presence unnoticed, but their mind calculating.
At the same time, the Kree Supreme Intelligence secretly reached out to Shi'ar Empress Lilandra.
Discussions were already in motion.
"While Ragna is locked in battle with Carol, this is our opportunity."
"Even if Carol is a nuisance, she is predictable. She plays the hero. She is bound by morals."
"But Ragna … his Holy Temple, his Angels, his relentless expansion…"
"He is the true threat."
If they struck now, they could eliminate Ragna permanently.
Carol could destroy a planet a day, perhaps three hundred in a year.
But they had Nebula, Thanos' adopted daughter—who could erase a thousand worlds with a single order.
If destroying ten thousand planets would end Ragna 's reign, so be it.
His Angels were growing stronger.
His technological advancements—including strange, sentient armors patrolling his homeworld—were progressing at an unnatural pace.
Ragna 's Holy Heavenly Palace was becoming an empire of gods.
They had to act.
The Supreme Intelligence and the Empress of the Shi'ar negotiated in whispers, refining every detail of their plan.
There could be no room for failure.
But before their final decision was reached—
The battle took a sudden, unexpected turn.
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