The moment the dark wood knife switch slammed home, the sound of the mortal world ceased to exist.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!
It wasn’t an explosion. It was the gut-deep, painful shriek of fifty thousand current units of stepped-down sky potential forcing its way through five underwater copper rails.
Inside the five ironbark troughs, the clear stone oil instantly churned into a boiling froth of rainbow-bright bubbles.
A blinding sapphire glare, so intense it rendered the surrounding noon sunlight into dull twilight, erupted from beneath the surface of the oil bath.
Five hundred thousand fighters clamped their hands over their eyes, weeping from the sheer bright glare.
“The stones are crumbling!” screamed an elder from the Nine Star Sect, his voice cracking with hysteria. “The waste scum will explode! The mortal vessels will rupture into melted rock waste!”
Frank didn’t flinch behind his dark green welding goggles.
