The sky split with the radiance of inevitability.
Kant and Maren's combined attack, a lattice of probability bound chains and compressed numbers, descended like judgment itself.
Its glow swallowed the battlefield, promising the annihilation of anything caught within its reach.
Atreides, still staggering from his fall, looked up with a flicker of fear etched into his proud face.
The weapon of certainty bore down on him, and for the first time, he understood he could not stop it.
Then, the ground erupted.
Walls of stone, taller than fortresses, surged upwards between him and the descending attack.
Layer upon layer of jagged rock twisted into shields, barriers, and domes. The earth screamed as it was forced into unnatural shapes, each shield collapsing even before it finished forming, shredded by the unstoppable blow.
At the heart of it all stood Gaia.
