Vyraak slammed into the body of the Celestial, a great Seraphim with ten thousand wings, he alone was organizing the entire host of Angels to take countless universes, and the scales of Vyraak exploded into flames as the perverse heat emerging from the body of the Seraphim was shredding his body to nothingness, despite the protection of his scales that could withstand the power of destruction.
The shape of the Seraphim was almost impossible to describe by any lesser-dimensional being, but Vyraak, bolstered by his madness and his ascent to the eighth-dimensional level could see enough of what this Celestial was like.