This furnace was even a hundred times larger than Earth's core.
Its shell was made of some nearly transparent higher-dimensional material.
Inside burned a dazzling ball of pure-white fire.
That was the First Flame, capable of igniting stars and creating life.
The dual auras of destruction and creation formed visible tides of laws around the furnace.
Lynn stood tens of thousands of kilometers away from the furnace.
Unconcealed greed and fanaticism flickered in his eyes.
As a qualified capitalist looking at production equipment of this level,
his first reaction was definitely not to admire it.
"I was wondering how these guys could run rampant across the universe."
Lynn licked his slightly dry lips.
"Of course they're confident with a solar money-printing machine in their stomachs."
He stared fixedly at the World Forge radiating endless light and heat.
"System."
Lynn's tone sounded like a bandit preparing to rob someone.
"Dig this thing out for me."
As Lynn drew closer and closer to the World Forge,
the terrifying tides of laws within the Celestials interfered with all low-dimensional signals.
The enormous monitoring screen in the Earth command room flickered twice.
It immediately turned into a screen full of white static.
The communications channel was also reduced to nothing but harsh electrical crackling.
"Lynn's lost contact."
Bruce Wayne sat before the console, pressing both hands hard against the keyboard.
His forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Ever since Lynn had displayed that incomprehensible power,
this was the first time they had completely lost the signal of Earth's de facto ruler.
The entire command room fell into deathly silence.
"He went in."
Barry Allen, wearing his lightning suit, anxiously paced back and forth in the control room.
He moved so fast that he dragged out streaks of red afterimages.
"He must have been eaten