Divine power rose from the corpse in vast, luminous currents.
The victor guided it with trembling hands, separating and reshaping what remained of his foe until immense strands extended across the shattered landscape.
They reached into the earth.
Broken landmasses shuddered, their drifting edges slowing as those radiant lengths wound around and beneath them.
Across distances Elion could scarcely comprehend, colossal anchors took shape, their foundations sinking into the world's deepest surviving layers.
Chains followed.
They stretched through the wounded depths, immense links forming from power and godly remains, binding the scattered pieces before they could drift farther apart.
Elion felt the breath leave his spectral body as understanding dawned on him.
'Those chains...'
But the vision gave him no time to dwell upon it.
