The bright, illustrious figure drifted toward them with a calm, deathly stillness, so steady it felt wrong, unnatural, as if the world itself had lost the right to move before him. He didn't spare a glance for the ruptured sky, the trembling earth, or the blinding radiance of God's light still pouring down from above. Before this brilliant being, even that divine radiance dimmed like a candle before the sun.
As Grey watched this scene unfold, he felt as if loud booming sounds were erupting in his head. It was like several mountains were crashing in his mind. His entire body was so shaken to the core that he couldn't even move. He could only stand in place and shiver. Grey's siblings were not doing any better.
