The fabric of reality began to squeeze like a cloth being twisted by invisible hands, the mountains, the ruins, and the sky itself being dragged toward his singular point.
He had become a singularity, a void of golden energy that was drinking the world to fuel its output. The pressure was so immense that space itself seemed to groan, the immeasurable distance she had felt before collapsing into a tight, suffocating knot around them.
The energy reached a peak that surpassed anything the human form was meant to endure. Althea felt the Order within her being overwritten by a volume of power that simply refused to be balanced. Her consciousness flickered, the twin voids of her white eyes losing their spark as the strain of bombardment reached a peak.
Althea had reached her breaking point, and her body simply… stopped.
