High in the quiet stratosphere, seventy thousand paces above the earth, Lin Xiao puckered his semi-clear blue lips.
At the exact center of his ball-shaped core, a swirling indigo whirlpool flared to life. What began as a tiny, coin-sized swirl of azure light suddenly dilated into a bottomless cosmic vortex five miles in width: the [Primordial Chaos Maw].
The gravity physics of the local universe instantly surrendered to the sky-slit. Space-time bent inward like fabric pulled down a whirlpool. That set off an aimed suction field that exerted zero pull on the surrounding air. But possessed an irresistible, total grip upon the trapped entropic matter.
SLUUUUUUUURP!
The sound was not an explosion, nor was it a screech of tearing metal. It was the loud, satisfying, echoing slurp of a hungry scholar polishing off a steaming bowl of hand-pulled noodles.
The dense cluster of eight point five million void locusts and the three-mile-long Void Dreadnought were drawn into the vortex in a single, fluid arc. To the observers below, the writhing mass of gray static looked like a huge ribbon of dark squid-ink noodles entering a giant sapphire straw.
In less than three seconds, the thirty-league pocket of trapped horrors vanished.
