The contact between the Outer Abyss Void Titan and the central power bar was an event of total, terrifying physical intimacy.
Two miles of rubbery, crystal-clear void-muscle clamped down over the four-inch ice-cold copper conductors at Node Forty-Two.
The black drain tube touched the frozen copper. Then, the freezing liquid frosting the power bar flashed into white-hot gas with an ear-splitting hiss.
A flash of brilliant blue St. Elmo’s fire erupted across the contact faces. It was followed by a low, shaking magnetic roar.
The 15-mile titan cackled psychically across three dimensions.
It believed it had conquered Aethel-Terra. It believed it had plunged its fangs into the molten lifeblood of the world.
Through the titan’s cosmic veins poured terawatts of pure, zero-ohm zero-pushback current.
It drank the direct current like a starving beast drinking from an ocean of melted stars.
