The power emanating from the formation was beyond description.
It was like standing next to a star while it was being born, like being in the presence of the fundamental forces that held reality together, like witnessing the moment when the laws of physics decided to rewrite themselves according to some higher and more terrible logic.
The energy pressed down on everything within its influence with crushing weight, making the air itself thick and difficult to breathe.
Creed could feel it in his bones, in his blood, in the very atoms that made up his body, a resonance that threatened to tear him apart at the molecular level.
And yet, for all its overwhelming power, the formation felt incomplete. Desperately, frustratingly incomplete.
