With a monumental effort, he reached the tower. His hands, burning and cracking under the strain, wrapped around its base. With a roar, he pulled, but there was some resistance and the tower was resisting being moved.
Ikenga was having none of that as from behind his back two golden arm constructs emerged latching on to the tower and he pulled again. The entire structure from its orbit and with a mighty heave, threw it away from the star and into the cold, silent vacuum of deep space. Ikenga would come back for it but now it needs to keep drifting.
His work done, Ikenga turned back to the diamond orb containing Vellok. The orb was now a terrifyingly brilliant prison, glowing with the light it had stolen. The light inside was a furious storm, a silent testament to the trapped angel's rage. Ikenga knew what was coming next. The angel, stripped of its host's containment would have no choice but to break free.
