The wings at Taranis's back trembled in an attempt to move away from the absolute disaster coming towards him, their feathers of dark flaring with desperate urgency. His body had only slightly moved from its place when Doom slammed a foot into his gut, pinning him down with crushing force, and grabbed his wings.
"You are not going anywhere," Doom declared and ripped out the wings with a sudden jolt of its hands. The sound of tearing flesh and splintering bone echoed. The outer skin of Taranis's back was pulled out along with the wings, blood splattering across the grey surface as he groaned in pain, his body arching against the agony.
Doom threw the black wings away, watching them tumble into the distance, and vanished from the place. What followed as it vanished was the largest moon of Jupiter coming terrifyingly closer to him in a suffocating silence of vacuum, the dark space and Jupiter completely being covered by the grey surface of Ganymede.
