I never thought saving the universe would mean losing control of my own body.

One second, I’m on Aladna, trying to warn Prince Yan about Dar-Benn’s plan. The next—I’m in Jersey City, standing in Kamala Khan’s ruined living room, surrounded by floating debris and the smell of burnt light. My hands aren’t mine. My voice isn’t mine. I’m in Monica Rambeau’s body.

Then, just as suddenly, I’m back—only now, Kamala is here, wide-eyed and babbling about how she just was me, flying through space. Carol Danvers lands beside us, looking as confused as I feel. We all reach out at once—our powers flare—and in a flash of light, we’re scattered again.

This isn’t random. It’s connected. Our powers—light-based, quantum-aligned—are entangled. Every time one of us uses energy, if the others are active, we swap. It’s chaos. It’s dangerous. And Dar-Benn is using it to her advantage.

Back on S.A.B.E.R., Fury shows us the data: jump points collapsing, planets losing atmosphere, water, light. She’s targeting places tied to Carol. Tarnax. Aladna. Soon, Earth.

We don’t have time to argue. We don’t even like each other yet.

But if we don’t learn to fight together—right now—we’ll lose everything.