When eight million volts of clear striking force discharge into the heavens, Newton’s first law of motion doesn’t cease at the edge of the air.
The blinding lance of white arc star-fire had punched through the ancient body of Mor’Zul at seventy thousand feet.
It had burned up forty terajoules of potential in destroying the beast. But eighty-five percent of its focused driving force continued upward into the empty pocket of sky-high space.
Traveling at three hundred miles per second, the beam crossed the cis-lunar void in less than four minutes.
Its target was the ancient anchor of the world-size curse. The blighted irregular moonlet known across twelve great realms as Khor-Vash, the Cinder Eye.
For five thousand recorded years, Khor-Vash had orbited Aethel-Terra at a distance of sixty thousand miles.
It was a jagged chunk of black sky iron and cursed rotting stone-glass, eighty miles in width.
Every fifty years, its quirky sky-high perigee dipped toward the northern pole. That triggered the calamitous awakening of terrestrial horrors.
