Timed Explosions
Cʜʀʏsᴛᴀʟɪᴀ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ
The sins of war and the indulgences of men escalated the pursuit of power to unfathomable levels, which bore a destructive and terrifying force upon the universe. The laws, the boundaries of power and physics had been tested and some even rewritten. It left worlds barren, it left entire species extinct..the last centuries had been robbed from men and put in the hands of brutal self-proclaimed gods who had little to no understanding of what they had committed. The vessels of the dead sunk long after their crews had fallen, and finally there was a point where it all just began to collapse - a string of dominoes, the ebbing tide of annihilation but the opportunity in which had been waited for.
On Chrystalia the radioactive winds carved the landscape at typhoon-like force, in the years since it's abandonment it had fallen into a cascading cycle, one that was unlike the others - the planet's processes had broken down and no longer struggled for it's survival. Molten cobalt spewed from gaping volcanoes which vomited the very heart of the planet onto it's surface. The magnetic forces within it's geothermal layers were undergoing transitional shifts, rapidly changing poles which was changing the very nature of the spinning orb left within the darkness. Shattering earthquakes sunk more and more of the upper crust towards the core and sent it spewing back to the surface, cohesion broke within a single moment and nuclear forces within the core reached a point of critical mass, the chain of events began upon the most basic of atomic scales, atoms began to split and shatter releasing energy in a torrent which only fed the deeper fusion reactions that had begun in the core.
In a single flux, the Chrystalis hidden at the planet's centre which had held Chrystalia together gave way and the forces which brewed within the heart of the war-torn planet finally brought it's end. Like marble, the planet seemed to implode upon it's self first and then in a single terrifying second it's entire form shattered outwards in one final explosion. Chunks of the planet tore through space at terrifying speeds even approaching the speed of light itself as it blew apart. Massive fused conglomerates of planetary matter collided into the other planets within the system, sending them too to their end. Encara, the inner-most planet, a dense heavy metallic planet shifted within it's orbit, sending it sinking into the corona of the yellow-vibrant sun. The reactions, the tidal waves of energy that tore through the system finally brought it's brilliant gem to darkness and it's molten stellar matter ejected within a series of circular rings which showered outwards from it's epicentre. Vaporizing and shifting the path of the other explosions into one massive outwards rippling torrent.
Battles had raged, heavy weapons brought great men to their knees and the wounds and gashes left in real-space bore open wounds to the lower depths of dimensional seas that existed within the great construct of the universe. Energies churned, diverted and bled beneath the landscape of creation's beauty. With every process of destruction there was an equal process for creation and energies. The wounded Temporal stream now unguarded, unhindered from being able to heal itself. The very blemishes to the universe itself were acting as the conduits to channel the energies. Battle torn systems where the damage to the space-time continuum were the worst became the epicentres for healing. Some worlds fell to the sacrifice, suns decayed and new stars were birthed within the rich gaseous nebulae that formed stellar nurseries. Time and space began to anneal, matter converted to energy and in some places back again. Renewal was possible without the volatile protomatter the Espras had intended to use after-all.
Accelerated and using the fuel created by the chain reactions the wave washed outwards, across even the vast emptiness between spirals. The wave developed a nature of its own. It was a matter of timing, a matter of coordination, the wave crossing designated points at the designated and precise moment required to develop the weave. The weaver, the Master working within the fields he had laid seed to throughout the war torn centuries. The image of Adrin hung within the hot pinkish blaze of Ari-874, the brilliant young star he had renamed 'Satrina-Jyhli' in honor of his bride to be. Over time, planning and careful placement he had prepared his domain for the day the Espra would be gone.
In a Whisper, I am Made Whole
Vᴀɴɢᴜᴀʀᴅ ﹣ Aʏᴇɴᴇᴇ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ
Face to face, Nira and Noria sat. Nira gazed with narrowed eyes, an expression-less look had taken over as he had finally stopped struggling with the restraints. "You won't ever win, and if i deserve to be here with you...this is how it will be. I will hate you for the same eternity they will." his words carried absolution, and brought forth no response from Noria. He then spit towards her, spraying his saliva at her face. "Who is the Cli'cha, Noria?" he asked, it was then he felt it. It was as if the universe itself had decided to take a breath, and his eyes closed. She may of responded, he didn't know for sure. The sweet vibrations of the great symphony surged around him as he suddenly smiled widely and looked up towards the ceiling.
Cʜʀʏsᴛᴀʟɪᴀ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ
The sins of war and the indulgences of men escalated the pursuit of power to unfathomable levels, which bore a destructive and terrifying force upon the universe. The laws, the boundaries of power and physics had been tested and some even rewritten. It left worlds barren, it left entire species extinct..the last centuries had been robbed from men and put in the hands of brutal self-proclaimed gods who had little to no understanding of what they had committed. The vessels of the dead sunk long after their crews had fallen, and finally there was a point where it all just began to collapse - a string of dominoes, the ebbing tide of annihilation but the opportunity in which had been waited for.
On Chrystalia the radioactive winds carved the landscape at typhoon-like force, in the years since it's abandonment it had fallen into a cascading cycle, one that was unlike the others - the planet's processes had broken down and no longer struggled for it's survival. Molten cobalt spewed from gaping volcanoes which vomited the very heart of the planet onto it's surface. The magnetic forces within it's geothermal layers were undergoing transitional shifts, rapidly changing poles which was changing the very nature of the spinning orb left within the darkness. Shattering earthquakes sunk more and more of the upper crust towards the core and sent it spewing back to the surface, cohesion broke within a single moment and nuclear forces within the core reached a point of critical mass, the chain of events began upon the most basic of atomic scales, atoms began to split and shatter releasing energy in a torrent which only fed the deeper fusion reactions that had begun in the core.
In a single flux, the Chrystalis hidden at the planet's centre which had held Chrystalia together gave way and the forces which brewed within the heart of the war-torn planet finally brought it's end. Like marble, the planet seemed to implode upon it's self first and then in a single terrifying second it's entire form shattered outwards in one final explosion. Chunks of the planet tore through space at terrifying speeds even approaching the speed of light itself as it blew apart. Massive fused conglomerates of planetary matter collided into the other planets within the system, sending them too to their end. Encara, the inner-most planet, a dense heavy metallic planet shifted within it's orbit, sending it sinking into the corona of the yellow-vibrant sun. The reactions, the tidal waves of energy that tore through the system finally brought it's brilliant gem to darkness and it's molten stellar matter ejected within a series of circular rings which showered outwards from it's epicentre. Vaporizing and shifting the path of the other explosions into one massive outwards rippling torrent.
Battles had raged, heavy weapons brought great men to their knees and the wounds and gashes left in real-space bore open wounds to the lower depths of dimensional seas that existed within the great construct of the universe. Energies churned, diverted and bled beneath the landscape of creation's beauty. With every process of destruction there was an equal process for creation and energies. The wounded Temporal stream now unguarded, unhindered from being able to heal itself. The very blemishes to the universe itself were acting as the conduits to channel the energies. Battle torn systems where the damage to the space-time continuum were the worst became the epicentres for healing. Some worlds fell to the sacrifice, suns decayed and new stars were birthed within the rich gaseous nebulae that formed stellar nurseries. Time and space began to anneal, matter converted to energy and in some places back again. Renewal was possible without the volatile protomatter the Espras had intended to use after-all.
Accelerated and using the fuel created by the chain reactions the wave washed outwards, across even the vast emptiness between spirals. The wave developed a nature of its own. It was a matter of timing, a matter of coordination, the wave crossing designated points at the designated and precise moment required to develop the weave. The weaver, the Master working within the fields he had laid seed to throughout the war torn centuries. The image of Adrin hung within the hot pinkish blaze of Ari-874, the brilliant young star he had renamed 'Satrina-Jyhli' in honor of his bride to be. Over time, planning and careful placement he had prepared his domain for the day the Espra would be gone.
In a Whisper, I am Made Whole
Vᴀɴɢᴜᴀʀᴅ ﹣ Aʏᴇɴᴇᴇ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ
Face to face, Nira and Noria sat. Nira gazed with narrowed eyes, an expression-less look had taken over as he had finally stopped struggling with the restraints. "You won't ever win, and if i deserve to be here with you...this is how it will be. I will hate you for the same eternity they will." his words carried absolution, and brought forth no response from Noria. He then spit towards her, spraying his saliva at her face. "Who is the Cli'cha, Noria?" he asked, it was then he felt it. It was as if the universe itself had decided to take a breath, and his eyes closed. She may of responded, he didn't know for sure. The sweet vibrations of the great symphony surged around him as he suddenly smiled widely and looked up towards the ceiling.
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