Michael remembered vividly his confrontations with the Celestial Cannon. The first time he faced it, the weapon's immense power and deadly radiance overwhelmed him. He recalled the harrowing moment when Rowena sacrificed herself by jumping in front of the beam to save him. Although Michael had doubts about the finality of Rowena's fate, he couldn't deny the cannon's destructive capabilities.
The second time, when the Skyhall wielded the cannon again, it was Mugashuku who intervened. The ancient hydra rose from his slumber, turning the cannon against its creators in a dramatic twist. The cannon was then teleported back to Skyhall headquarters, leaving Michael certain he hadn't seen the last of it.
"Fuck," Michael muttered under his breath, his curse echoing faintly in the tense air.
"I… I created the Celestial Cannon?" Elidyr's voice broke through his shock, a clear tone of disbelief marking his words.