Strax took only one step.
A single step.
Even so, the avenue beneath him cracked as if something colossal had pressed against the city from within. The snow still falling evaporated before it could touch his shoulders, turning into white steam around his silhouette. The disguise had disappeared completely, and all that remained there was the white dragon who held Asgard up with one hand and could reduce it to ashes with the other, if he lost control for a few more seconds.
That was why Monica arrived first.
Not because she was the fastest.
Not because she was the strongest.
But because, the instant she heard the message, she understood that the greatest immediate danger was not only whoever had taken Vex.
It was Strax.
