The entire world vibrated and shook violently at the utterance of General Maxwell's words, as if the planet itself recoiled from the immense power being channeled through his command, sending tremors rippling through the ground and air alike.
The pervasive darkness and crackling lightning that had enveloped the entire planet in a suffocating shroud began to converge once more, drawing inward toward a single latitude.
The very coordinates where General Maxwell stood resolute, his figure a lone beacon amid the chaos.
Gradually, the already condensed mass of darkness and lightning split in half, compressing even further with deliberate intensity until it narrowed into nothing more than a razor-thin line, hovering ominously in the space before him like a taut string of cosmic energy ready to snap.
