With my words, the Scripts on the inner walls of the pyramid glowed so brightly it was as if I had cut a piece of the sun and set it inside every line I had made. The pen moved in my hand as though it had a life of its own, and every burning Script in those walls went dark in sequence, from the corners to the apex of the whole structure.
The light gathered at the peak of the pyramid, and for about half a second the only light in twelve miles was a single point two miles up… then it came down as a column.
All that pressure and weight, gathered and amplified and compressed into a beam of bluish white about forty feet wide.
It had taken half a second to activate, and the beam fell almost instantaneously, and it made a sound like the sky being torn in half length ways.
Every crow flying within ten thousand feet of the column simply ceased to exist, and the stranger only had time to stand before the beam touched the ground and everything went white.
