But to his surprise, Abomination flexed his massive leg muscles, shattering the ig his foot aaliating with a sweeping bad. Liam barely mao dodge, using his spectral dash at the st sed. He reappeared several feet away, eyes narrowing as he assessed his oppo.

  "You surprise me again, Blonsky..." Liam muttered.

  The battle raged on, Liam weaving in and out of the shadows, his wraith abilities allowing him to strike and vanish before Abomination could react. His movements were so swift that her the beast nor the humae their powerful floodlights—could track him. But even with his superior speed and precision, the monster's resilience was formidable.

  Liam darted in close once more, dodging a massive fist before leaping onto Abomination's back. For a fleeting moment, he sidered dominating the creature with his wraith abilities—trolling him pletely. It was likely possible. But he quickly dismissed the thought. Too many eyes were watg. If people realized their so-called 'Ghost' could manipute not just monsters but potentially humans as well, panic would ensue. Some abilities were best kept as trump cards.

  Instead, with a swift motion, he drove both swords into the sides of Abomination's thieck. The ented bdes cut deep through muscle and sinew. Abominatio out a strangled roar, his massive body vulsing before finally colpsing to the ground, unscious.

  A collective sigh of relief rippled through the battlefield. Liam gnced up and spotted several drones h high in the air—public drones, most likely streaming the entire fight. The battle had drawn quite an audienbsp;

  Liam pulled his swords free, stashed them into his separate space, and jumped down from the monster's back. As he reached for his phoo inform Tony that his help was no longer needed, a squad of military personnel closed in, rifles aimed directly at him.

  "Hands behind your back! You are under arrest for creating this monster and causing casualties and damage in New York City!" a soldier barked, fiightening around his trigger.

  SHIELD agents, caught off guard by the military's sudden aggression, rushed forward—only to be met with more pointed ons.

  SHIELD too drew their guns in respohe situation was on the verge of spiraling out of trol.

  "What the hell are you doing? I told you he's a friendly!" Phil Coulson shouted.

  "Friendly to SHIELD doesn't mean friendly to the U.S. Military!" the soldier snapped. "He's on U.S. soil, which means he follows our ws. If he's i, we'll let him go. But until then, he's under our jurisdi. Now back off!"

  The man removed his mask, revealing a young Bck officer. His stand authority made it clear—he was in and. "This is a direct order from General Ross," he added.

  "I don't care who gave the order," Coulson said coldly. "This man is not being arrested under any pretext."

  "And what makes you think you arrest me?" Liam finally spoke, his voice resonating with an eerie, supernatural weight. His words sent a visible shiver through the ranks. Even the most hardened soldiers hesitated, their fiwitg he triggers.

  "Who gave you the right to speak?" the ander snapped.

  "I thought I reized your voiow I know where from. You must be Erik Stevens from the U.S. Navy SEALs." Liam tilted his head slightly

  Erik's eyes narrowed. "Do we know each other?" He was clearly uled. His real name wasn't widely known—not even among those present. Most knew him only by his call sign.

  "No," Liam said casually. "But I know you. Killmonger. Do the U.S. Navy know about your other identity?"

  The tension in Erik's body was immediate. His fingers curled into fists, jaw tightening.

  "What the hell are you talking about?! Men, arrest him!" Erik ordered, attempting tain trol.

  "N'Jadaka, son of Prin'Jobu… It must be hard, growing up in a fn nd, yearning to see the su over your true home… Isn't that right?" Liam's tourned colder, quieter—deadly.

  The words hit like a hammer. Erik trembled, his bid. His men, previously tense and ready to aow hesitated, stealing uneasy g their ander.

  "You motherfu—!" Erik roared, raising his gun.

  Liam vanished. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared just feet away. Erik, a skilled soldier with lightning reflexes, fired again—only for Liam to dodge effortlessly.

  Before Erik could react further, a powerful hand cmped over his face, lifting him off his feet. The pressure was immense, suffog. Pain shot through his skull as Liam's grip tightened.

  Erik struggled, his hands g at Liam's wrist. With his free hand, he reached for his sidearm, but Liam effortlessly kicked it away with his khe gun skidded across the pavement.

  "Don't mistake your position here," Liam said, his voice a guttural whisper that slithered into Erik's very bones. "You are nothing but an i before me."

  Erik's struggling slowed. His breaths grew shallow. The world around him darkehen, in an instant, his body went limp. Liam released him, letting him fall unceremoniously to the ground.

  A heavy silence followed. No one moved. The military persoood frozen, uaiher to attack or stand down. SHIELD agents, guns still drawn, exged wary gnces.

  "Wraithborn..." Phil stepped forward, l his on slightly. "We are agents of SHIELD. You might not have heard of us, but we represent the World cil."

  "Wraithborn?" Liam was fused when he was first called that.

  "Yes, since we don't know your name, we have desighat name for you. If you want you give us your name and we will call you by that." Phil said. He sighed in relief, because for a momehought he would attack him too. He o be given a raise for the ce he just pulled.

  "No. I like that name. Now ect me to General Ross. I o talk to him." Liam said.

  "Please give us a moment." Phil said as he soon ected to his private phone.