"I couldn't have imagined all this playing out so smoothly!"
The White Smith Star came to hover beside Achilles, whose arm continued to show the effects of his ongoing assimilation.
To her enhanced perception, it appeared that he was simply enduring the black moon's assault through pure stubborn will- an impressive display of fortitude, but nothing that suggested the fundamental alteration of reality occurring as he assimilated it!
Without warning, she released the full fury of her pulsar enhancement.
White-hot energy erupted from her form in waves that could have ignited gas giants, striking the black moon King Edmond had conjured.
HUUM!
And in the next moment…
The artificial satellite of destruction simply... ceased.
Not destroyed in any conventional sense, but unmade, its constituent matter scattered across space until nothing remained but rapidly fading gravitational echoes!
Silence descended over the battlefield.
