A roar was a promise of violence. A spoken word was a promise of comprehension, a signal that the monster understands exactly what it is destroying.
The colossal jaws of THE Sundered Scion closed around Noah!
There was no time to step through the unseen layers. There was no margin to call upon the Weft or fold space. The nine gold eyes locked onto him and simply asserted that his existence was caught.
Noah did not attempt to dodge as he raised both hands, pushing the absolute maximum output of his PONDUS outward, commanding his 200 Decillion Provenance Telos Quarks to hold the line against a creature whose Dimensionality defied the Records!
BOOM!
The collision occurred.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the air. The physical space of THE Serenaros shattered into absolute white static.
Noah's Quintessential Provenance Skin tore open.
