The beam tore through the air like a divine cannon, splitting clouds apart, scorching everything in its path. The ground below cracked from the recoil.
The blast struck Primus directly.
Smoke.
Light.
A blinding explosion.
For a moment, silence.
Then the smoke cleared.
Primus stood there.
Unmoved.
Untouched.
He slowly looked down at himself and calmly brushed at his clothing.
Not a tear.
Not a burn.
Not even warmth.
"Tch," Primus muttered flatly.
Damien's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Now!" Barilo shouted, his voice cracking through the chaos. "Nolan, NOW!"
At that instant, Primus lifted his head.
So did Omelia.
So did Guyvon.
So did Aerovox.
All four primordial beings turned their gaze downward.
Below them, rows of deities.
Archangels.
Heavenly Beasts.
Perfectly positioned.
Perfectly prepared.
"Ah," Omelia said softly, his voice ancient and hollow. "So these are the insects that greet us."
The next moment, they moved.
Not falling.
Not descending.
