A tremor rippled outward from the floating cloud of light. The particles throbbed... once, twice... before erupting with an intensity that forced everyone to shield their eyes.
But they still could not look away.
Because something impossible was happening.
The light particles weren't fading.
They were gathering.
The Overseer's three faces twisted in confusion and dawning horror.
"No…" he muttered. "This should not be possible."
Thin threads of cosmic energy, began to stretch from the surrounding space. They pulled inward from all directions, from star clusters, from dark matter veins, from the corrupted dimensional fractures around them.
Like a whirlpool swallowing creation.
Falco stumbled backward, speechless.
Endric's voice trembled, "S-she's pulling… the universe…?"
Aildris whispered, "That's not a pull… it's... The universe is responding to… something."
