[VOLUME 16: THE FIRES OF GENESIS][ARC 4: THE PILLARS OF GENESIS]
The air at the base of the Pillar of Genesis didn't just vibrate; it hummed with the frequency of a billion unborn stars.
Stretching up into the indigo infinity, the Pillar was a colossal, braided spire of liquid starlight and obsidian void. It was the physical manifestation of the balance Elara carried in her own chest—the ultimate architecture of the Primeval Era. Surrounding it was a shimmering, translucent dome of iridescent energy that looked as delicate as a soap bubble and as impenetrable as the end of time.
"I don't like the look of that bubble," Aldren growled, his hand tightening on Elara's waist. The Sovereign of Shadows was practically vibrating with unease. His crimson eyes were narrow, scanning the iridescent surface for any hint of a threat he could rip apart.
