For Plato, nuclear fusion was definitely unbearable.
He was a Saint on the verge of collapse in the Wasteland, how could he withstand a direct nuclear bomb?
Under the nearly self-destructive attack by Urukluqqa, the illusory Plato shattered like a bubble, evaporated by the fierce heat.
However, that was merely a projection of consciousness, not Plato himself.
Feeling astonished by this strike that exceeded human limits, Plato also sensed the energy and radiation it contained; if such an explosion occurred near Utopia or even within the city of Utopia, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The only solace he took was that it was man-made, not a natural disaster.
As long as there was an intervention of will, it was Plato's domain.
His consciousness dispersed, covering the torrential rain in the desert like a vast net, where in the rain, countless cries of agony immediately occupied Plato's mind.