Watching that golden meteor crash toward the Indian Ocean.
"Has he gone crazy?"
Every Eternal froze where they stood.
Harry had not gone crazy.
Or rather, he was clearer-headed than ever.
If he wanted to negotiate with a Celestial, he had to stand on the same level as one.
The next instant, Harry closed his eyes, and the orange glow between his brows flared brilliantly.
His physical body lost all meaning at that moment. His consciousness broke free from the restraints of its carbon-based shell, transforming into a pure spiritual form.
In his spiritual state, Harry passed straight through the hard gray-white metal shell Sersi had created and plunged deep into Tiamut's body.
There was no light here.
Only boundless darkness, like a universe fallen into deathly silence.
Or rather, this was the universe—
Harry descended through the darkness.
Then, he saw it.
At the very center of Tiamut's shell floated a faintly glowing sphere.
It was not large. Complex patterns flowed across its surface, and every flicker carried an energy tide so immense it made one's scalp tingle.
The Celestial's core, a crystallized manifestation of cosmic energy.
Harry stopped in midair and looked at the seed.
Then he reached out toward it, his translucent fingers formed from spiritual energy inching closer and closer.
The instant his fingertips touched it.
An indescribable agony cleaved straight into his mind from his fingertips.
It was cosmic energy with tangible substance.
Vast cosmic energy surged wildly up his arm.
Under the force of that power, his carbon-based body completely disintegrated, replaced by matter constructed under an entirely new set of laws.
Space.
Arishem lowered his head, six red-dwarf-like eyes locking onto the Indian Ocean.
The Eternals were still trapped at the edge of that deep-blue wormhole.
"Look below!"
Sprite suddenly cried out.
Sersi