The Outer Gods understood that waiting would do nothing.
Instead, it would allow Neo to study their Divinities through their Angels.
They had to attack him. Now.
Velgrath, the Weaver of Void-Silk, stretched out his hand.
A black thread, thin yet endless, spun out from his palm, weaving itself into an intricate tapestry that hung in the void.
His Divinity — Weaving of the Abyss — allowed him to bind anything, be it energy, matter, or concepts.
Myzrul, the Shepherd of Stars, lifted his staff toward the sun.
His Divinity — Herding of Celestial Flames — gave him control over stars, and now, he called upon the burning fury of the solar core.
The sun trembled, then exploded outward, its surface ripping apart into a colossal wave of destruction heading straight for Neo.
Without hesitation, Neo raised his sword.
In one clean, vicious motion, he cut the tidal explosion in half.
The wave parted, splitting the space itself as it raced by harmlessly on either side.
