Final act of Sacrifice

[mass release tomorrow]

Fex lunged forward, his boots skidding across the debris-littered floor, toward the dome beneath the harsh, flickering seating lights. They blinked in and out like dying stars, casting shadows that danced across his determined face. When he reached close enough—barely an inch away—he flung both hands forward, stopping just short of touching the dome's burning surface.

He took a deep breath, one that echoed inside his chest like a war drum, and with all his might, he began to pull apart the molecular structure of the dome. It was no easy task. The dome was thick, reinforced by some kind of alien energy, and blazing hot—so hot it singed the very air around it. Even with Fex's innate ability to nullify energy, it resisted his influence, pushing back with a violent hum.

Fex gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his face. His arms trembled as he forced himself to accelerate the process, but the tearing was painfully slow.