While Ilsa Varkov was busy trying to turn her flagship into a very large, very fast, and very angry battering ram, a different, quieter, and much weirder battle was being fought in the lab of the "Odyssey."
Ryan and Zara were standing in front of the Reality Loom, which was still secured in the ship's cargo bay. And it was not happy. The colossal, spinning ring of light was pulsing with a wild, angry, and deeply unstable energy. It was like a wild, cosmic horse that had been ridden too hard and was now threatening to kick the whole stable down.
"It's no good," Zara said, her voice tight with frustration as she stared at the chaotic energy readings on her console. "The energy it absorbed from Malakor's collapsing shadow dimension is too chaotic. It's like it's been poisoned with pure, illogical nonsense." She paused for a second. "No offense to your whole 'chaos is beautiful' philosophy, Ryan, but this is a bit much, even for you."
