Twelve nuclear warheads screamed toward Silver Creek territory like falling angels of atomic destruction.
I hung suspended between dimensions with Kai, our combined consciousness touching each incoming missile through cosmic awareness that felt steady instead of fragmenting. Four minutes until impact. Four minutes to discover whether divine love was strong enough to convert atomic annihilation into creative force.
"Ready?" Kai asked through our enhanced bond, his mental voice carrying the kind of calm that came from accepting impossible situations.
"Ready." I felt cosmic power flow between us, not the unstable energy that had threatened to overwhelm individual consciousness, but balanced force that combined divine authority with human wisdom. "Kai, if this doesn't work—"
"It'll work. Because the alternative is unacceptable, and we've gotten pretty good at making unacceptable alternatives impossible."
