This was by far the most brutal spatial crossing Dago had ever experienced, and the closest he had ever come to death.
Violent, chaotic spatial turbulence, mixed with storms and lightning destructive enough to tear apart a Miracle, shredded his defenses in an instant.
His robe turned to ash, his flesh was sliced open inch by inch, and frenzied plasma boiled in wounds deep enough to expose bone!
He felt as though his soul had been forcibly torn to pieces beneath that heavenly might. The agony nearly made him shatter every tooth in his mouth.
After what felt like a century, the destructive tearing finally stopped.
Dago slammed into the hard ground.
Though the tearing sensation was fading, it was replaced by an overwhelming tingling and agony, as though millions of red-hot steel needles were stabbing into his soul at once.
Clinging to his last shred of clarity, he extended his Mental Force Field like a shield and slowly opened his bloodstained eyes.
The sight that greeted him made even someone as strong-willed as he was draw a sharp breath.
The heavens looked as though a god had cleaved countless pale scars into them. Millions of lightning bolts as thick as water barrels wove a hopeless web of death across the sky.
Lead-gray clouds of calamity churned like a tsunami. With every surge, thousands upon thousands of blue-purple lightning pythons tore through the clouds and roared forth!
The sky had been sliced into shattered ruins.
Vast torrents of lightning, several kilometers across, poured down from the highest heavens.
That was plasma formed from pure energy liquefied!
They gathered on the surface into lakes of lightning, shimmering with the silver-blue glow of death.
Python-like pillars of energy constantly erupted from the lakes, only to be shredded into airborne motes of light