The diamond-tipped needle of the wrist injector slammed into the dorsal spirit vein point between Vesper’s shoulder blades with an air-powered crack that echoed across the stone-hard narrow high walkway.
Eighty drops of Void-Spatial Severance Marrow and the melted lattice of the Celestial Gengjin Singularity Shard surged through the hollow tube directly into her central blood-vessel core.
For a single, suspended heartbeat, the entire twelve-half-mile nursery went fully silent.
The quantum filaments wrapping around Arthur Vance froze mid-strike. Their electric-blue light flickered and sputtering as if trapped in an iron-hard amber frozen stillness field. The thrashing bulk of the five-hundred-meter Archon slowed to a sluggish, jelly-like crawl, its hundreds of stolen skulls locking their jaws in numbed terror. Even the cerulean bio-electric currents running along the towering axon channels ceased to crackle, grounded by an overwhelming shift in local spatial pressure.
Then, Vesper’s body blew up with pure starlight.
The silver blast carried no bone-shaking blast wave or scorching heat. Instead, a total, transcendent eruption of pure Gengjin metal law swelled outward. The ancient concept of autumn, of slaughter, of the final cosmic harvest where all living tissue that has grown too bloated or cancerous is cleanly snapped from existence.
