The will of the False God Anchor rolled across the night sky of the primeval planet like an absolute glacier freezing all things in its path. Space was no longer a flowing medium, but a solidified gel. The wind was choked out, the textures of the rocks stiffened in the dead silence, and even the faintest chirping of insects deep within the valley was utterly annihilated. Only those few clusters of orange campfires flickered beneath the massive dark red rock walls, resembling sparks cast into an icy sea; their light struggled and twisted painfully within the viscous darkness, yet stubbornly refused to be extinguished.
Ajji curled deep inside the freezing wreckage of the Seed Capsule, her teeth chattering uncontrollably. The locked-on sensation of the False God's will pierced through her bones like millions of ice needles, driving straight into her soul. On the surface of the Stardust Anchor Driver (the Law Bomb core) in her arms, a pattern of deep blue light was being eroded and covered by a slow yet unstoppable stream of grayish-purple energy. Inside the Seed Crystal at the core, a newborn micro-blue speck of light was like a firefly dropped into ink, its radiance dimming sharply within the filthy torrent.
The detonation command had been issued! The driver's logic-deconstruction program resembled a stellar core collapse just moments before a supernova, frantically loading equations of destruction on the light screen—equations capable of tearing apart the laws of the univers…
Chapter 138