The ten-inch, pitch-black talons of the Abyssal Sovereign did not merely cut the Category-Five cocoon. They completely, violently bypassed the localized physical laws holding it together.
As Ren drove his heavily armored, frictionless hands into the swirling wall of dark matter and blinding white light, the entire fifty-mile convergence zone shrieked. It wasn't a sound that vibrated the air; it was a catastrophic, planetary-scale frequency of absolute agony that resonated directly into the bedrock of the Earth.
The impenetrable shell of the terrestrial incubator, designed to withstand the combined nuclear arsenal of the Old World, completely failed against the localized, zero-point singularity of Ren's Rending Claws.
