"What makes you different?" the demon King sneers.
X's expression remains calm. Composed.
"You know."
If it does not, that is not her problem.
"Let her go."
The Whirldemon smiles, teeth momentarily too sharp for the girl's face, forehead marked with a burning brand.
"All right. Let's see what you can do, little one."
X staggers, eyes closed, bent in half over her suddenly-sick stomach. And when she stands straight again, it is her own brow that is marked.
The instrumentation in the rooms around them begins to whir. Power rises. In the air in front of her, a portal opens. Within it are hundreds -- no, thousands -- of demons forms. They are moving closer.
There is no time. X knows this very well.
She flicks a quick, sideways look at Thor, then at the machinery all around them.
"You know what to do."
And then she is running, quick as she has ever moved, toward the portal.
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X's expression remains calm. Composed.
"You know."
If it does not, that is not her problem.
"Let her go."
The Whirldemon smiles, teeth momentarily too sharp for the girl's face, forehead marked with a burning brand.
"All right. Let's see what you can do, little one."
X staggers, eyes closed, bent in half over her suddenly-sick stomach. And when she stands straight again, it is her own brow that is marked.
The instrumentation in the rooms around them begins to whir. Power rises. In the air in front of her, a portal opens. Within it are hundreds -- no, thousands -- of demons forms. They are moving closer.
There is no time. X knows this very well.
She flicks a quick, sideways look at Thor, then at the machinery all around them.
"You know what to do."
And then she is running, quick as she has ever moved, toward the portal.
She leaps --
"NO!" the demon King cries.
-- and she falls.
Like a stone.
Like a star.
X burns.