A terrifying impact, beyond description, erupted in the core of the Morning Star Archive.
It was not a sound, but a piercing shriek that transcended the realm of hearing—the cry of existence itself being ravaged by tremendous force.
The instant the berserk, blood-red Energy collided head-on with the silver-white Space-Time barrier, a terrifying halo—a mixture of dark red, pale gold, silver-white, and the pitch black of spatial rifts—expanded silently and swiftly in a sphere from the point of impact.
Wherever the halo passed, all "matter" and "Order" were brutally rewritten, torn apart, and annihilated by the purest form of Power.
The smooth, hard stone floor, as if gnawed on by an invisible behemoth, disintegrated into vast swathes of the finest powder, which was then caught in the turbulent Energy and swirled into a grayish-white vortex.
