The silence of the Negation Domain had shifted. The pressure that had once threatened to crush Sunny's cosmic body was still present, but the claws that had been binding his soul had suddenly, inexplicably, vanished.
He stood in the heart of the darkness, his body glowing with a steady, defiant violet light. It wasn't the flickering, desperate spark which allowed for just a second of use of his full power; instead it was the regained glow of his full power.
Beside him, the black particles of Deimos's dissolved form drifted away like ash in a windless room.
The Beyonder, the entity that had been a faceless, mountain-sized nightmare only moments ago, turned her gaze toward him.
Even without a defined face, the sheer, burning intensity of her confusion radiated from her like heat from a furnace.
