Mid-Space — Collision Point
Two beams surged through the battlefield.
One was pure—precisely focused, infused with condensed destruction energy, engineered for perfection:
The Oblivion Maw.
The other was raw—chaotic, unstable, a fusion of multiple energy types with a trace of destructive mana, empowered by sheer will and desperation:
The Gigasol Hyper-Battery.
They raced toward each other, converging in a climactic clash that cracked the very fabric of space.
For a heartbeat, it looked like a deadlock—blinding energy grinding against itself.
But it wasn't.
There was no contest.
After a single breath's pause—so brief it barely registered—the Oblivion Maw began to overwhelm the Gigasol beam.
Not slice through it.
Erase it.
Unmake it atom by atom.
The unstable red torrent collapsed in on itself, and the Oblivion Maw's beam surged forward uninterrupted, roaring toward Taurus Prime.
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Aboard Taurus Prime
Panic.
Silence.
Then horror.
