A lone Solar Star of gargantuan proportions towered over the Inner Ascendant Battlefield of Order's Lower 44th Zone. Beneath it, eyes were wide, forced open by the horrid claws of unending despair, and knees found their home solidly on the ground as an insurmountable obstacle stood before the hearts and minds of the Creationists present.
The Solar Star bathed those beneath it in clear, misty radiance whose warmth contained obscure and sophisticated whispers of esoteric knowledge and profound truth. Ears bled, tears were wept, and hands quivered uncontrollably before its brilliance. The six glaringly large Mystic Radiance Belts spiraling about moved with the intensity of thunderous booms to the mind.
