Northern landed on his feet and slowly straightened. His eyes were grim, glued to the pillar of thin light that pierced the sky.
After the shockwave, the column of light trembled and widened. As seconds flew by, the expansion became more evident and obvious.
In ten seconds, it stretched as wide as an actual column supporting a building—except this one wasn't carved from stone but from pure light.
Northern glared at it. This was the kind of moment when he would be expected to rush in and stop whatever Koll was doing.
But he wasn't that stupid. Whatever was happening right now was a conceptual level of unraveling—something far beyond both Koll and him.
Concepts are laws that exist. They can be bent or maneuvered, but they can never be destroyed or created, at least not by the likes of him or Koll.
The person coming from that chasm of light, though... was another story entirely.
