The impact created devastation that spread across the remaining multicolored seas like a wound expanding through flesh.
Everything within ten light years of their collision simply disappeared, transformed into nothing by forces that existence itself could not withstand. Noah felt his arm screaming with pain, his bones burning with transformation that was being forced toward completion by the violence demanding expression through them.
He held his ground.
Barely!
His feet, if feet could be said to exist in this space of floating combat, pressed against nothing and found purchase anyway. His foundations refused to retreat further. His will, that tyrannical certainty that had defined him since before he understood what power meant, declared that he would not be moved!
Fuck that!
|Hadean Bone Formation: 78% complete.|
|Observable Force influx: Critical volume achieved.|
|Transformation acceleration detected.|
