[!]The Leviathan God[!]
Awaken...
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[!] ~”Those who fight change are doomed to die, while those who accept it merely survive…”~[!]
The raw power of all that had been contained within his prism would shake Dithakar to his ancient core, and bring his shield of Harmony to a resolute end. While he had not been drawn into battle directly, the elderly mendicant could honestly feel the strain. He had chosen to bear the bulk of Oblivion's weighty existance...
A thing that, with nary a whisper, simply disappeared!
It was too much, and came too suddenly on the wings of an already unbelievable font of potent energies. The platonic solid was strong, and fashioned from the very forces that had assailed it, but the structure of Sigil....the very ground beneath their feet...could only abide so much.
-KkkkkkKCRACKkkk!!!-
With a shuddering heave, the very Torus its self began to give; splintering as the crystalline grid was subjected to both anomalies of order, and paradoxes of chaos. Logic could not sustain what had occured within, and so...as was its way...the cosmic laws began to compensate.
Light would fade from the prism, and darkness crept along its sides like aggressive vines. The mass within had already doubled, and the walls seemed to bend inward; curving concave as they gave way beneath the demands of a force beyond reckoning!
With mouth agape, and eyes wide in fear, Dithakar realised at last what had begun to unfold...the cage, and its contents, was quickly becoming a singularity.
A black hole that would sever the City of Doors, and then consume its bones.
There was only one hope...one chance...he turned on his heel, and bolted for the crystal he had sworn to protect with his life; meaning to do exactly the opposite, and with all haste. The pavement swelled up to impede him, and he felt out the depths of himself. Once, a younger monk had possessed the strength to crush stone, and steel, as if it were so much wood...He needed that now, and his body obliged.
The old man, his beard swaying with every shift, would slam his booted foot hard into the asphalt...reducing its bulk to rubble. The crystal was in sight, and so he leapt; his seemingly frail, and long overdue, body sailing through space. One hand grazed the fine-hairlike protrusion of silicon...And the shield was no more!
All at once, the walls would recede; drawn back into each of the crystals with a resounding thump of force. With that, and a final quake of the streets, Sigil's foundations began to settle once more.
The city, and its people, were at last free of doom's oft unwavering clutches.
At least, for now...
[!] ~”…Only those who effect change, who lead it, may find prosperity.”~[!]