In the battlefield filled with debris, James Rhodie swallowed dryly, staring intently at the terrifying giant serpent writhing behind the boy in black. He dared not avert his gaze, moving closer to his friend rigidly and trembling, and asked in a voice as faint as a mosquito's hum.
"Tony, what the hell is that?"
"I don't know either."
Though it was already the second time seeing that thing, Tony Stark still felt his skin crawl when faced with the dreadful monster.
What was more terrifying was that he couldn't understand, nor dared to understand the meaning represented by the giant serpent.
In the depths of his consciousness, Tony Stark felt that if he researched and understood the essence beneath the evil exterior, he would be unconsciously polluted, assimilated…
When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you…
With a clarity in his heart, Tony Stark shifted his gaze, no longer staring at the chilling monster.
