Yellow, green, purple, blue, orange, red.
Six primordial beams of light, each representing a source of the universe, collided in the network of blood vessels in Lynn's right arm.
There was no buffer.
[Warning! Warning!] [Big Bang-scale energy collision detected!] [Physical density has exceeded the critical threshold. Microscopic particles are disintegrating!]
Inside his head, the system's alarms rose into a single piercing note.
A muffled groan forced its way from deep in Lynn's throat.
The instant his right arm touched the dark-red Aether, the Celestial Alloy patterns on his skin turned to ash.
Crack.
It was not the sharp snap of a breaking bone. It was the groan of space itself, unable to bear the collapse of mass.
Lynn's prized divine body had devoured Kryptonian genes, fused with Doomsday's deathless traits, and layered on great swaths of Titan Flesh Barrier and Celestial Armor. Now its surface was riddled with spiderweb cracks.
A trace of dark-gold blood had barely seeped from his capillaries before the six violently clashing laws vaporized it into nothing.
The cracks spread up his forearm, crossed his shoulder blade, climbed his neck, and finally carved gashes into his cheek so deep they exposed the bone.
It was pure conceptual rejection.
The six Stones represented six extremes of the universe, utterly opposed yet locked together.
Space demanded infinite expansion. Time demanded that all things remain fixed. Power sought to crush everything, Mind to warp perception, and Soul to bind the essence of all things.
And Reality, which had just surged in, was frantically rewriting the forms in which the other five existed.
They had turned Lynn's torso into the mouth of a singularity volcano, where chaos was being born anew.
Lynn lowered his head and watched the ribs in his chest break one by one.
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