The heavy spiritual pressure of the perfect Law of Destruction hung frozen in the void, waiting for the final twitch of a finger to erase thousands of star systems. But the finger never moved. Instead, a calm hand rested lightly on the mysterious figure's shoulder. He stiffened, his perfect spiritual core flaring in alarm as he tried to redirect the beam away from Orion and toward the terrifying presence he hadn't sensed standing right behind him. Of course he will fail.
The figure did not raise his voice. He did not gather energy. He simply flicked his index finger against the man's armor.
