The Star Lord of Asgard

Even with the Starlight Armor's protection, Della felt the impact. This punch alone wiped out half his defenses.

"Just a little more!" Della's current state starkly contrasted his regal past. The once-proud prince now appeared ragged and pale, his long hair disheveled.

"The outcome seems decided," many onlookers concluded. Without a peerless artifact, no Level Sub-God Father could face off against a Level God Father and survive.

"Della!" Frigga cried out, worried for her son as he took another blow from Galactus. She trusted Della had a plan for not using the holy sword, but maternal instincts kept her fearful.

Odin gripped Gungnir tightly, prepared to intervene at any moment. No father would watch their son perish without action.

"Do you have enough strength left?" Despite his pale face and trembling body, Della remained defiant before Galactus.

Anger brewed in Galactus, frustrated by his resilient opponent. Through his armor, Galactus adjusted his energy, confident this next punch could shatter a planet—and Della with it!

Immense power gathered in Galactus' fists, the light of destruction shimmering ominously—a beautiful, yet perilous sight.

A profound sense of danger surged within Della. He knew this attack could spell his end. Yet, his gaze remained unwavering.

His entire being surged with power. The godhead quivered, drawing in the surrounding stars' energy. His microcosm burned fiercely. With these combined forces, Della now wielded Level God Father combat strength—if only for a single blow.

"Go to hell, Asgardian!" Galactus roared, unleashing a tidal wave of energy at Della. The fabric of space itself seemed to warp under its force, leaving even spectators' hair standing on end.

"The Zodiac Twelve Must Scream!" Della met the challenge head-on. If he couldn't break through to the seventh sense, he would resort to the Holy Sword Star.

The two torrents collided, echoing like shattering glass. Cracks spread across the universe, fracturing space itself—a testament to their ultimate power.

To onlookers, the forces seemed deadlocked, yet Galactus' energy clearly overpowered Della's wave. Galactus' tide relentlessly pushed Della back.

Odin stood ready, determined to ensure Della's survival, regardless of his plans. No one wanted to see Asgard dominate with two Level God Fathers.

"Finally, a breakthrough!" Under the immense pressure of Galactus' energy, Della took the final step. His microcosm transcended the sixth sense, entering the seventh—crossing a critical threshold of power!

"How is this possible?" Galactus exclaimed, eyes widening in disbelief. He suddenly sensed a deadly threat emanating from Della, a power capable of ending his existence.