Even Natasha, when facing the Abomination, easily crushed it without using even half her strength.
But that wasn't catharsis. True catharsis was the complete release of energy and emotions accumulated in the body.
Breaking into the Chitauri army this time was undeniably a cathartic process. Everyone, including Natasha, relished the refreshing sensation of this wanton massacre—a feeling they hadn't experienced in ages.
No longer restrained. No longer holding back their power. No longer fearing the damage they might cause to fragile buildings or humans nearby.
Everyone's faces were adorned with cheerful smiles.
Boom!
Natasha, clad in a black leather coat, tights, and combat boots, moved with deadly grace. Her figure was as striking as her ferocity. Wielding a cross sword, her arms sliced through the air relentlessly.
Terrifying flying slashes surged like a storm in all directions, reducing Chitauri soldiers and warships to shreds.
Within moments, all enemies within a radius of dozens of kilometers were obliterated, leaving only floating body parts and wreckage drifting in the vacuum.
Natasha hovered silently in the void, opening her arms wide with a smile as she faced the mothership.
In a matter of minutes, hundreds of thousands of Chitauri troops—part of a million-strong army—were slaughtered.
The Chitauri, a race with military prowess rivaling many advanced civilizations, owed their might to Thanos. As the Titan scientist, he had granted them a suite of advanced technologies.
Ordinarily, Natasha and her team wouldn't have stood a chance against such an overwhelming force.
But the Chitauri's greatest strength was also their fatal flaw: their hive mind. All Chitauri were linked to a central consciousness, the "mother body." This connection enabled unparalleled unity and coordination in battle. However, if the mother body faltered or was destroyed, the entire army would descend into chaos—or suffer brain death.
This weakness wasn't lost on Wanda and the others. Their plan was simple: Wanda would infiltrate the mothership, disrupt, and ultimately destroy the mother body.
The mother body's confusion had already rendered the Chitauri soldiers erratic. Their only remaining directive was to kill the intruders. Abandoning all defensive strategies, they attacked with blind aggression—exactly what Natasha, Thor, and the others had hoped for.
As the team indulged in their rampage, Wanda's voice suddenly echoed in their comms.
"Hey, guys. Enjoying yourselves?" she teased.
"But what comes next might disappoint you."
Bang!
With Wanda's smug tone still hanging in the air, the distant Chitauri mothership suddenly began to collapse. The massive fortress was compressed by an overwhelming crimson energy. The surrounding space seemed to twist and distort as the mothership was crushed into an enormous metal sphere.
The transformation was instantaneous.
The mothership—once a symbol of Chitauri might—now floated silently in the void, a lifeless orb.
The destruction of the mother body triggered the demise of every connected Chitauri soldier and Leviathan warship. One by one, they drifted into deathly silence.
"Odin above," Thor muttered, his voice tinged with awe. The God of Thunder, wrapped in lightning and wielding Mjolnir, watched the aftermath in stunned silence. He shuddered at the sheer power displayed.
Even with all his might, Thor knew that creating a storm powerful enough to destroy the mothership wouldn't have been simple—let alone reducing it to a metal ball.
Bang!
A red streak of light shot across the vacuum at incredible speed. Wanda materialized before Thor in an instant, her abrupt arrival a stark contrast to the tranquility of the void.
Thor blinked, his expression a mix of happiness and undeniable competitiveness. His fighting spirit burned fiercely, almost as if he was silently challenging Wanda to a duel.
Wanda raised an eyebrow, her head tilted in bemusement.
Was he seriously thinking of fighting her now?
After a moment, she dismissed the thought. Sure, Thor's raw power and unyielding determination made him a formidable opponent. But against Wanda's mastery of magic and her advanced combat training, he stood no chance.
Wanda smiled to herself. If it came to it, she had 10,000 ways to defeat Thor before he could even land a blow. His greatest strengths—thunder and brute force—were meaningless against her. And her precision, speed, and overwhelming energy projection would utterly crush him in any close-quarters encounter.
Still, Wanda entertained the idea briefly. The thought of sparring with the future king of Asgard was amusing. But this wasn't the time for such things.
A quick scan revealed that Natasha and the others had already regrouped. Wanda didn't even need to conjure a portal. A brilliant beam of Bifröst light shot out from the distant starry expanse, enveloping the entire team in a radiant embrace.
In the blink of an eye, they disappeared, leaving behind a starfield littered with Chitauri corpses, dismembered parts, and the ominous metal sphere that once housed the mother body.
Asgard was about to welcome a group of formidable guests from Midgard.
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