The lightning was faster than thought.
In a single moment, light covered the surface—only light, heat, and death.
Gamora was in the air. The orders were clear. In one second, with his zone, his eyes swept over everything without hesitation. Anyone he could see—he transported them immediately.
The smell was hellish... The beasts unaffected by the lightning... were trembling.
Valeras was there, no longer a human body. Just a mass of burnt flesh, a mixture of ash and blood, a body with no features left...
He was dead.
The king took a slow breath.
"I could have matched you..."
He stood up and took a step forward. The echo of his footsteps was the only sound in the absolute silence.
"But who am I to match a being like you?"
He stood over the charred mass.
"You are immensely powerful, no doubt about that, but against the grasp of the ocean, you will remain insignificant."
He raised his foot and slowly placed it on Valeras' back.
He pressed.
