In a blur, two palms met in the void of outer space, as though the hands of gods themselves had clashed. The impact unleashed a cataclysmic shockwave, and the very fabric of space between Lilithra and Anthony crumpled into nothingness.
Beneath them, the protostar, straining against the force, finally yielded, shattering into a supernova.
With a detonation that could herald the end of worlds, the stellar core erupted, releasing an annihilating tide of energy. In that instant, both Lilithra and Anthony vanished, consumed by the blinding surge that threatened to engulf all.
A heartbeat later, they reemerged upon the blazing tail of a comet, their feet gliding over the infernal surface as if untouched by its searing heat, movements fluid and unbroken.
The very galaxy dissolved into a smear of motion in their eyes, as they moved with the lethality and grace of warriors who had honed their craft over eons.
