The golden ramparts of the Hyperverse's primary breach were a kaleidoscope of holy fire and ancient sun-might.
Here, the spatial barrier resembled a jagged wound, a raw tear where the existence of the Hyperverse met the screaming white nothingness of the void.
Ra, the Sun God of Egypt, stood firmly upon the deck of the Solar Barque. His majestic and bright visage was illuminated by the fierce, unyielding glow of the sun-disk above him.
He stared silently at the wave of darkness entering the breach, and with every gesture of his staff, he commanded pillars of solar wind that incinerated the infant-like "Silent Wailers" by the thousands.
He turned his head slightly, glancing at the figure stabilizing the space directly to his right.
Michael, the Archangel of the Christian Pantheon, was a vision of terrifying purity. His wings now seem like it wasn't made of feathers, but of concentrated, vibrating holiness that cast a blinding white shadow over the battlefield.
