Attack on Klyntar

Milky Way Galaxy

Unknown Star System

Space

Thousands of kilometers away from a red planet, a bright burst of light appeared as a portal formed, and a man in combat armor stepped through.

James gazed at the massive red planet before him and couldn't help but shiver in fear.

Though not a true sorcerer or mage, he possessed significant magical knowledge and could see auras. At that moment, the entire planet was oozing with dark energy.

"Paris, I think we should abort this mission," James said, staring at the overwhelming dark energy radiating from the planet.

No matter how he looked at it, Knull didn't seem imprisoned. Instead, it appeared he had chosen to rest, and the symbiotes had rebelled while he was exhausted.

It was as if he had thought, "Oh well, it's already happening," and allowed them to encase him, forming the planet.

The sheer amount of dark energy suggested Knull wasn't weakened—if anything, he seemed stronger.

"If he's this powerful while imprisoned, how strong was he before?" James wondered.

Knull was in a league of his own.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, James activated the armor's stealth mode and blasted toward the planet.

Up close, Klyntar was surprisingly civilized. One might expect a planet of symbiotes to be filled with brutes and savages, given Venom's nature, but Klyntar was anything but.

What James was doing was akin to aliens abducting humans for experiments. The Klyntars, as their race was called, were simply going about their lives, trying to atone for their actions under Knull's control.

Their technology was advanced, with flying cars and peculiar buildings scattered across the landscape. This wasn't surprising, given their hive mind.

With every Klyntar connected, they could collectively contribute to their society.

Over the years, each symbiote had bonded with numerous hosts, learning and evolving from those experiences.

James ignored everything as he flew into the planet's atmosphere, confident in his stealth.

The armor concealed his scent, heat signature, and sound, making him virtually undetectable.

Unless someone could see ghosts like the Hulk, he was safe. He scanned the planet for symbiotes in remote locations, knowing any harm to one would alert the hive mind. He needed time to escape before reinforcements arrived.

Thirty minutes later, James found a suitable target—a humanoid green symbiote wandering through an alien forest.

Without hesitation, he swooped in, a small knife forming in his palm as he slashed at the symbiote.

Surprisingly, the symbiote didn't anticipate the attack. James didn't dwell on it, quickly tearing off a small piece and sealing it in a test tube before flying away.

Minutes later, larger symbiotes appeared around the injured one, spreading out to search for the attacker.

A hive mind was a formidable concept. Harm one, and the entire collective knew. The Klyntars had clearly used this to their advantage, building a thriving civilization.

James, however, had no interest in learning more. He flew out of the planet at incredible speeds, entering the portal Paris had prepared. Despite the suit's power, he was nervous.

Yes, the Doom Armor could let him defeat—or even kill—thousands of symbiotes. But he was still one person, and eventually, he'd be overwhelmed.

And if a symbiote somehow absorbed the armor? Well, goodbye to many planets.

"Hahaha! I did it, Paris! Did you see that?" James shouted.

[Your cowardly display? Yes. You should've fought fair and square instead of sneak attacking.]