The wooden cedar plank swung gently from the bronze dragon’s whisker.
Do Not Disturb — Napping in Progress.
Solon’s golden avatar stared at the sign. The celestial halos behind his head froze for three stunned heartbeats, before spinning into a violent blur of blinding, incandescent fury.
“You dare?” Solon’s voice cracked like a tectonic plate splitting apart.
The planetary chasm answered his wrath.
CRUMBLE-ROAR.
From the perimeter of the burning abyss, colossal walls of black meteor bronze rose from the magma like the teeth of a cosmic leviathan.
Section by section, the blast barriers slammed together with world-shaking thuds. Massive locking pins, twelve feet thick, shot into the ceiling vault.
