Chapter 235: End the Rift

A lance of starfire—pure, annihilating light—punched through the atmosphere like God's own wrath. The beam struck IN'THERAK dead center, its brilliance bleaching the world white. For a single, suspended moment, the Eldest Evil hung in the air, wreathed in solar fury, its obsidian flesh bubbling, cracking, unmaking.

Then—

BOOOOOOM.

The shockwave flattened everything for kilometers. Buildings pancaked. Trees vaporized. The very air ignited, a rolling tsunami of fire and thunder that turned the area into a molten crater.

On the Stormbreaker's bridge, alarms wailed. The deck plates groaned as stabilizers fought to keep the warship from tearing itself apart. Alberto braced against the command rail, his teeth rattling, his eyes locked on the viewscreen.

"Did we get it?" someone shouted over the din.

The tactical officer's voice was hoarse. "Direct hit. Target is—"

Then the smoke cleared.

And IN'THERAK was still there.