The localized physics of the Oakhaven courtyard were actively tearing themselves apart. The massive crimson grid of the cosmic deletion protocol pressed down upon the valley, acting exactly like a physical ceiling composed of descending, infinitely heavy iron.
Kael knelt in the shattered, crystallized silver grass. The Vanguard's massive muscles strained to their absolute physical limits against the impossible, crushing weight of the cosmic audit. His golden eyes burned with absolute, feral defiance. His raw solar fire bled directly into the bedrock beneath his knees, forcefully locking the localized gravity in place through sheer, overwhelming thermal mass. The solid stone around him melted into glowing, liquid slag, his heavy leather boots sinking inches into the boiling earth.
