Golden streams of light rampaged through the Domo's control room.
The lights were tangible masses, producing a teeth-grinding screech as they scraped across the metal bulkheads.
Sersi floated in midair, lowering her head to look at her hands.
Beneath the skin on the backs of her hands, golden veins formed an intricate network of roads. What flowed through them was not blood, but cosmic energy powerful enough to ignite an entire star.
It felt as though there were a sun inside her body, ready to explode at any moment.
But she held on.
Because the Eternals had been created from the very beginning to bear the will and power of the Celestials.
So even a flow of energy beyond her limits was something she could endure for the moment.
Sersi raised her head and gave Harry, standing at the corridor entrance, a firm nod.
Harry understood and raised his right hand.
Golden sparks traced a circle through the air, and a portal formed instantly.
Beyond it lay an ocean battered by wind and rain, as well as the enormous Celestial above it. Sersi did not hesitate before stepping through.
Beneath her feet was scorching rock—Tiamut's head.
The torrential rain came crashing down, but before it could touch Sersi, the heat spilling from her body vaporized it into white mist.
She crouched down and pressed both palms flat against the cracks flowing with golden magma.
Then, she pushed her matter-transmutation ability to its limit.
With her hands as the center, rings of grayish-white ripples spread across Tiamut's surface.
The dark-red rocks that had still been breathing and rising lost all vitality the instant they touched the ripples, transforming into hard metal veined like marble.
Tiamut sensed the fatal threat.
A deep, muffled rumble rose from the heart of the Earth.
It