Dragonball M, Chapter 5: Clarion’s Call! The Signal! The Fate of the Universes!

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Maiz hadn't been expecting to see Meagan, but she would always welcome the help. 'Thank you, Meagan. I'll take it from here.'

In the face of Meagan's suddenly appearance, the Arcosian vampires halted their escape for the time being. That would prove to be a costly error if Maiz had anything to do with it. She veered skyward, ascending until she could see the entire battlefield from her vantage point. To her dismay, she couldn't find Pinach and Rutaba. She would deal with that in just a second.

Her hands became aglow with Creation energy. Once again, she placed both of them to her temple and activated her telepathy. 'Hear me, parasites,' her voice echoed in the heads of the vampires, 'Coming to this world and taking those children will be your final mistake. Begone from this world and never return!'

She bathed the entire area where the vampires were grouped in a psychic inferno, enhanced by her Creation. She only targeted the vampires, so Meagan and the children would only feel a soothing warmth, as if they were sitting next to a campfire on a cold night.

There are shrieks of pain and horror, but they all crumble to dust except, oddly, one of them. Holding the children aloft with TK (except for Kurama, whom Meagan has) this particular Arcosian seems more resistant. His skin steams and smokes, but as he looks up at Maiz she can just make out some sort of strange black bracer on his left arm that blends in with the strange black swirl marks that cover his body. He points a finger at her, and a red death beam slams into her shoulder and out again. But the effort seems to tax him, as he has to constantly resist the aura she’s bathed the area in.

She sees a red shimmer start to appear around his feet, as if he’s getting ready to vanish.

[KingofPie]

“Hmm, last time I did something like that I got swindled by you and that Nevadian, Blizzar.”

The other clone nods.

“We’re more in favor of agressive negotiations at the moment.”

"SWINDLED?!? Far from it! Let's not mince words here... As I recall you attempted to devour me. An action one does not take lightly. Not without retaliation!" Blizzar gestured to himself. "Now, I'm willing to let bygones be bygones. I've turned over a new leaf! Several, in fact! Why, I'd even be willing to discuss those deeds, I was forced (by terrible circumstances) to pilfer from your desk!"

[KingofPie]

Auroc nods slowly. He has the Maven cast a spell to boost the light of the Solar Shot and points to it.

“The dinosaur boy can hold it, we dump our power into the Solar Shot, then dump that into the portal. Essentially, nuking it with a mini-sun.”

"Make a bigger boom? Coulda said less and we'd get it," Sasheem sneered, adding his power to the blast.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

There are shrieks of pain and horror, but they all crumble to dust except, oddly, one of them. Holding the children aloft with TK (except for Kurama, whom Meagan has) this particular Arcosian seems more resistant. His skin steams and smokes, but as he looks up at Maiz she can just make out some sort of strange black bracer on his left arm that blends in with the strange black swirl marks that cover his body. He points a finger at her, and a red death beam slams into her shoulder and out again. But the effort seems to tax him, as he has to constantly resist the aura she’s bathed the area in.

She sees a red shimmer start to appear around his feet, as if he’s getting ready to vanish.

The Death Beam struck Maiz with pinpoint accuracy. Or, perhaps not. As she was falling out of the sky momentarily, she noticed that that single attack taxed him more than it, by all rights, should have. He must be devoting more power to resisting my effect! It was then that Maiz knew that she could wear him down.

She stopped her descent and launched another Psychic Spike powered by Creation. "Die, you damnable creature!"

[Sub-Zero MKA]

This is the last time I help you. Take the hopes, dreams, and wishes of your entire people and win, he said to Sarada, telepathically, as he changed the nature and focus of the kizuna. Rather than the effect being dispersed among the many, it became focused almost entirely on one individual: the Saiyan Queen, Sarada!

“E Bekon?” Sarada knew it was him the moment she felt Kizuna asking for her to join. She didn't know why he decided to help only in that way, rather than lend his immense and varied power to the battle. With his various psychic abilities, surely he could have at least helped Maiz get away with the children. Instead, those four assholes were trying to **** off with the three of them. Sarada wasn’t about to let them get away, so whatever he could do for her, she was more than happy with.

Before she could ask what he did, it happened.

The sheer amount of... of... she didn’t know what it was. The sheer amount of it was overwhelming. She stopped dead in her tracks and clutched the sides of her head. Bekon called it the hopes and dreams and wishes of the entire Saiyan race. She could feel it all, from every single person living within her Empire. They were all depending on her, hoping in her strength to lead through through the most turbulent time in their race’s history.

It all crashed down on her at once. All the pressure of an entire race looking to her to carry them through was stacked on her shoulders. It felt like she was carrying the literal weight of each planet with the Empire on her back. It... it was too much. She felt herself beginning to crumple under the sheer weight. It was one thing to mentally acknowledge that so many people were depending on her; the entire universe, even. To actually experience it felt like trying to swim against a mile massive tidal wave. It all threatened to unravel her.

Wait, what the hell am I thinking? She was Queen Sarada, the most powerful Saiyan in the universe. Even if she was bearing the hopes of her entire race, that was nothing. She had been doing exactly that ever since the day she took the throne years ago, as a 16 year old barely adult woman. If she could do it then, then she sure as **** could it when she was older, wiser, and better.

Theme: Birth of a God

She breathed in, then let it out slowly. Center yourself. I can only do this with a calm mind and calm heart. Despite the madness raging around her, the turbulent tribulations her own child found herself in, and the monumental task that laid ahead of her, she temporarily shed it all so she could focus on that one thing that surrounded her. She breathed in again and emptied her mind of all thoughts. Then, she gradually allowed the hopes of millions to descend into her.

Unbeknownst to her, something miraculous was taking place around her. A light blue glow surrounded Sarada and every Saiyan that was still alive and fighting on Ruco, every man, woman, and child. Because of E Bekon’s Kizuna connected everyone together, that extended far beyond Ruco. On Callion, it was the same. The same with Sarada, Pepa, Langal, and the colonies.

“What’s with this glow?” Mato asked.

Senerg chuckled and shook her head. “Who knows. Whatever it is, I’m sure Sarada is in the middle of it.”

The sky had been colored a bloody crimson because of Cancer’s red sun. However, as the blue glow began to fade, the clouds turned a vibrant gold color, then shifted and merged together into one massive aureate sea. The glow around Sarada didn’t fade; instead, it engulfed her and shot skyward, piercing the sea of golden clouds and reaching all the way into outer space. It expanded rapidly, turning into a half-mile wide pillar of bluish-white energy.

“Incredible,” Maiz whispered as she watched the proceedings from afar. She didn’t know what was going on or why, but she knew that Sarada was at the center. She could only hope that it had nothing to do with Cancer. If they lost her the way they lost Avoca and Parsley, then all was truly lost.

The pillar of light faded, leaving a void in the aureate sea of clouds. Those directly under it could see the twinkling stars and the pitch dark blanket of space. The golden clouds along the outer rim of the void filtered downward, blanketing the area around Sarada like a set of curtains.

Maiz felt raindrops splash on her head. She looked up, frowning in utter confusion. It had been sunny - outside of the crimson sky - just a few minutes ago. “A downpour?” she wondered as heavy rain beat down on her. Then, suddenly, the rain shifted abruptly to a downpour of tennis ball sized hail stones. Massive lightning bolts arced across the sky. The hailstorm stopped suddenly. The sun streaked across the sky, turning the sky into a cornucopia of orange and red as it set. Just as suddenly as it set in the north, it rose seconds later in the south and streaked across the sky again.

A blizzard started up, blanketing the ground below in several inches of snow - which was unheard of on a world like Ruco - then suddenly stopped. A bright white light filled the void above and illuminated the sea of clouds surrounding it.

Sarada’s blue glow turned crimson.

Maiz gasped and turned around to face where she had previously been able to sense her. “I can’t... I can’t sense her anymore!” Sarada’s ki had always been vibrant and lively, like a raging inferno or tempestuous maelstrom. One second, it was exactly that; the next, it was gone. In its place was an immense pressure. It was the same kind of pressure that Zurvan, Inanna, and Cancer gave off.

It was then that Maiz began to understand what was going on. “So. That’s what this is.” A smile touched her lips, growing wider until it split into a grin. “You never stop amazing me.”

Sarada, as the entire... process was happening, could feel a startling shift in her inner energies. She had always been attuned to how her energies flowed and felt. The energy within right that moment felt purer and more perfect than at any point in her life prior to that. Her senses felt sharper and more expansive. She felt more powerful than any of her Super Saiyan forms, combined even.

She wasn’t sure what was going on. She had dropped out of Super Saiyan 3 almost out of instinct at some point, but she felt like her power had grown substantially. She was in base for sure, she knew that much.

“What happened to me?” she wondered aloud. As the sky above her turned to normal - normal for that particular battle, as it was once again bathed in Cancer’s crimson glow - Sarada also began to materialize for those near her.

She descended until she could look at her reflection in the crystal clear waters. She flinched when she saw her new appearance. It was mostly the same, with one startling change: her hair and eyes were red.

“What the hell?” She looked at her hands and frowned. “What kind of form is this?”

No matter; whatever it was, she would have to figure it out later. E Bekon gave her that avenue to give her a chance to win. There was no time to waste trying to piece together a puzzle when she didn’t even have a picture to use as a guide. “Kumara. I’m coming.”

She spread her senses. She was amazed at how sharply she could sense everyone. She could have extended them far beyond Ruco if she wanted to. It actually took her several long moments to focus her senses until she could narrow them down to who she actually wanted to sense. “Found you.” She disappeared in a burst of speed.

She sees a red shimmer start to appear around his feet, as if he’s getting ready to vanish.

“Going somewhere.” Sarada’s gaze cast across the battlefield to quickly assess what was going on. Meagan had arrived and was holding Kumara. That was good. Mais and Garnish were still in the clutches of the last remaining Arcosian, which was bad; and it looked like he was about to jump ship with them. Sarada still didn’t know why her family had been targeted specifically, but it was going to end.

Her aura exploded to life, a literal wreath of orange flames that was effectively a physical manifestation of her fiery, indomitable spirit.

Her hand became aglow with crimson God Ki. Then, she threw a punch. With that single punch, her aura shimmered and unleashed a myriad of spirit punches that curved around the children to strike at the Arcosian.



Crimson Flash!

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

Cancer howls as her body is engulfed in redish gold flames. She howls and rages, and chaotic beams of Hakai lance out randomly from her as she attempts to get herself under control.

It had taken, at least in part. This was her chance.

Was it as effective as Hakai? Not in the least... it was far more gradual, and given her current incomplete status and Cancer's station, she'd eventually figure out how to fight it off. Though it might take her a bit of time to recover, if they were lucky.

But enough thought--now was the time to strike when the iron was hot!

Narayana took a step forward, then froze. Her body--no, her entire being felt off.

...damn it, she thought she'd have more time before--

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden explosion of ki and hozon centered on Narayana, as the self-limitations put in place eons ago took effect and... punished her for her anathema usage of her control over Hozon. Her world became one of pain and scream...

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No matter; whatever it was, she would have to figure it out later. E Bekon gave her that avenue to give her a chance to win. There was no time to waste trying to piece together a puzzle when she didn’t even have a picture to use as a guide. “Kumara. I’m coming.”

She spread her senses. She was amazed at how sharply she could sense everyone. She could have extended them far beyond Ruco if she wanted to. It actually took her several long moments to focus her senses until she could narrow them down to who she actually wanted to sense. “Found you.” She disappeared in a burst of speed.



“Going somewhere.” Sarada’s gaze cast across the battlefield to quickly assess what was going on. Meagan had arrived and was holding Kumara. That was good. Mais and Garnish were still in the clutches of the last remaining Arcosian, which was bad; and it looked like he was about to jump ship with them. Sarada still didn’t know why her family had been targeted specifically, but it was going to end.

Her aura exploded to life, a literal wreath of orange flames that was effectively a physical manifestation of her fiery, indomitable spirit.

Her hand became aglow with crimson God Ki. Then, she threw a punch. With that single punch, her aura shimmered and unleashed a myriad of spirit punches that curved around the children to strike at the Arcosian.



Crimson Flash!

"...wut."

E Bekon's reaction to all this was simple, to the point, and... what in the hell had just happened!? The future he had been nudging things towards had been fuzzy and unclear--he knew only that something... good, to put it succinctly--but this was beyond the pale. It was the first time in a long time the Emperor had been genuinely awed, in fact.

The effect on the environment was quite something. Rain, followed by hail and lightning, then back to clear. The sun made its journey through the sky in mere seconds, and then... then it snowed. On Ruco. A tropical planet. Maybe at the poles, but not here, near the equator. It was as if nature itself were reacting to the birth of something momentous.

Perhaps it is.

The blue glow surrounding Sarada soon became crimson and though her form was blinding bright, the light did not feel uncomfortable, and he did not need to look away.

And then... her ki disappeared? Had she died?

No, he could still 'feel' her through the Kizuna, and he could also feel a sort of pressure coming from where she should be.

At the end of it, she emerged and she looked much the same as she did untransformed, save for one key detail he could see from this distance: her hair was red.

...

Wut.

Is this what some painters called a 'happy little accident'? Hopefully this would be enough to turn the tide of the battle, although this new... form or whatever didn't look like much at first glance. But then, one had to keep in mind that appearances were often deceiving.


Any doubts he may have had were quickly dispelled as he lost track of Sarada as she moved. While not being able to sense her ki--did she even have ki anymore?--was a detriment, his eyes were pretty damn good, so losing track of her spoke well of her speed. Given the circumstances, she would probably...

His gaze drifted over to the sole remaining frost demon, and he indeed found Sarada, who had launched into some sort of...

...

...

...her attack was too fast for his senses to perceive. Absolutely absurd. The Emperor allowed himself a small smile.

Magnificent.

[grampagen]

Auroc nods slowly. He has the Maven cast a spell to boost the light of the Solar Shot and points to it.

“The dinosaur boy can hold it, we dump our power into the Solar Shot, then dump that into the portal. Essentially, nuking it with a mini-sun.”

"A mini-sun, oh how the might have fallen," Zaofan smirked. "Must've been a hell of a thing to get your memory scrambled like that-"

The golden glow within Zaofan's eyes widened, and what was once a calm, illuminate stream now unfurled wildly like wildfire escaping the narrow pass. The welling energy screamed chaotically, arcing wide and lashing wild echoing the furor and ferocity of wild beasts in an intertwined harmony. The Dragon's Fire brought the glow to a fierce intensity, and flying alongside the Phoenix's Flame of Ho-ou Sosei, when it hit the Solar Shot it began to nurture the living elements of the ki in that blooming heat source. Coiling into the mass, it was as much an ignition as it was a means to accumulate and stabilize it as more and more power was added.

"-but here, how about I give you a reminder of what happens when you screw with us!"

"Make a bigger boom? Coulda said less and we'd get it," Sasheem sneered, adding his power to the blast.

Straining under the totality of energies rocketing from his eyes, Zaofan clenched his teeth as he poured it on with a reinvigored zeal. All this training, this long year of refinement and herculean labours, it was all for this and he would not let up now.

Yet it took all of his discipline simply to not turn his head to gloat at Sasheem.

"Come on, is that it," He goaded, "you left the day you decided you were Master, don't tell me that's the best you can do!"

[grampagen]

To any on Earth, the feeling would be like pressure released from your ears. The look of it, like a comet slamming through the shadow of a stellar colossus.

To those above in space, watching it was a glorious hyper drill of swirling golden white energy that slammed into the Dreadnaught faster than light, the drill tearing through the shield and body like a hot knife through butter.



In a single instant, the Gotengo had left a massive trail of energy behind it, the lanced path through the Dreadnaught that slowly, slowly, begins to break apart. No longer driven by a single will or protected by it, many of the parasitic drones float away and attempt to strike down at Earth.

But the EDF forces, and the Coldlight, keep up the pressure.

The engines roared by the heat and power of the external vigour, animating the weapon that twist through the Dreadnaught's extradimensional shield, and whenthe control nucleus ruptured, the Gotengo's energy drill turned about its central axis of Super Katchin, boring through the central intelligence that animated the whole of its malleable machine body.

Ochazuke sat in his command chair. The bridge was silent, nothing more than solemnity in solitude for him now. despite their training, this maneuver was beyond anything they were prepared for, and the backlash of energies had fallen the men and women of the vessel's crew into unconsciousness. The battlestations alarm fell on deaf ears, but for him whose consciousness had virtually infiltrated every facet of the starship it was like a dull ache that grew sharper through long rounds of fighting.

The Gotengo now operated entirely as an extension of himself, and through this it taxed his will to impart the maneuvers, knowing full well what the remnants of the Dreadnought sloughed off into. Drones, perhaps billions of them, all converging wildly like vermin towards the Earth.

"...Gotengo to EDF Command," his thoughts carried over the frequency were filled with static, this deep inside the giant's fallen corpus, "Hold your positions, we're coming home."

The mass of energy imparted into the starship melded into the energy projection Ochazuke had surrounded it with, its properties augmenting and magnifying the innate structures. From where he floated where the head once was, Ochazuke, alone at the helm, turned the bow-drill downward, the flanged bore and ventral saws seeking to obliterate everything in its path.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

A reply comes back.

‘Storage Room Seven, South side of CC.’

The two fire their blasts at Praxat, and the Toadian will note they seem to be Ki tracking blasts as they curve towards her.

Praxat gets on all fours to increase her mobility and quickly heads to Storage Room Seven. While using her sense of electroreception and reflexes to evade Ki tracking blasts. ( I could get to that storage room must quicker travel as pure electromagnetic energy, but something tells me if I did that. I'll be wasting the accumulating ambient electromagnetic energy I'm storing and building up,) Praxat thought.

Praxat mind slowly starts to race and, her thoughts slowly become erratic. (What the hell is going on with my head, It's like my brain is being rewired,) Praxat thought.

( This has to be related to me storing and accumulate ambient electromagnetic energy. this is probably another drawback to me storing and accumulating ambient electromagnetic energy) Praxat thought.

Praxat lets out a little maniacal laugh. ( Okay, that came out of nowhere. Yeah, storing and accumulating ambient electromagnetic energy must slowly be having an effect on my mind.) Praxat thought.

Electromagnetic Accumulation post 4

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"SWINDLED?!? Far from it! Let's not mince words here... As I recall you attempted to devour me. An action one does not take lightly. Not without retaliation!" Blizzar gestured to himself. "Now, I'm willing to let bygones be bygones. I've turned over a new leaf! Several, in fact! Why, I'd even be willing to discuss those deeds, I was forced (by terrible circumstances) to pilfer from your desk!"

“You swindled me first! You rigged that tournament and your ‘friends’ competed!”

The two sneer at him, than one smirks.

“But we are willing to listen….to your screams!”

A searing pain from behind as Blizzar finds himself impaled on another Incenio’s arm, having appeared from behind him.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"Make a bigger boom? Coulda said less and we'd get it," Sasheem sneered, adding his power to the blast.

Auroc just snears back at him as he and the Maven add more power to the Solar Shot.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The Death Beam struck Maiz with pinpoint accuracy. Or, perhaps not. As she was falling out of the sky momentarily, she noticed that that single attack taxed him more than it, by all rights, should have. He must be devoting more power to resisting my effect! It was then that Maiz knew that she could wear him down.

She stopped her descent and launched another Psychic Spike powered by Creation. "Die, you damnable creature!"

It seems less effective than before. This one is on his guard.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

It had taken, at least in part. This was her chance.

Was it as effective as Hakai? Not in the least... it was far more gradual, and given her current incomplete status and Cancer's station, she'd eventually figure out how to fight it off. Though it might take her a bit of time to recover, if they were lucky.

But enough thought--now was the time to strike when the iron was hot!

Narayana took a step forward, then froze. Her body--no, her entire being felt off.

...damn it, she thought she'd have more time before--

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden explosion of ki and hozon centered on Narayana, as the self-limitations put in place eons ago took effect and... punished her for her anathema usage of her control over Hozon. Her world became one of pain and scream...





"...wut."

E Bekon's reaction to all this was simple, to the point, and... what in the hell had just happened!? The future he had been nudging things towards had been fuzzy and unclear--he knew only that something... good, to put it succinctly--but this was beyond the pale. It was the first time in a long time the Emperor had been genuinely awed, in fact.

The effect on the environment was quite something. Rain, followed by hail and lightning, then back to clear. The sun made its journey through the sky in mere seconds, and then... then it snowed. On Ruco. A tropical planet. Maybe at the poles, but not here, near the equator. It was as if nature itself were reacting to the birth of something momentous.

Perhaps it is.

The blue glow surrounding Sarada soon became crimson and though her form was blinding bright, the light did not feel uncomfortable, and he did not need to look away.

And then... her ki disappeared? Had she died?

No, he could still 'feel' her through the Kizuna, and he could also feel a sort of pressure coming from where she should be.

At the end of it, she emerged and she looked much the same as she did untransformed, save for one key detail he could see from this distance: her hair was red.

...

Wut.

Is this what some painters called a 'happy little accident'? Hopefully this would be enough to turn the tide of the battle, although this new... form or whatever didn't look like much at first glance. But then, one had to keep in mind that appearances were often deceiving.


Any doubts he may have had were quickly dispelled as he lost track of Sarada as she moved. While not being able to sense her ki--did she even have ki anymore?--was a detriment, his eyes were pretty damn good, so losing track of her spoke well of her speed. Given the circumstances, she would probably...

His gaze drifted over to the sole remaining frost demon, and he indeed found Sarada, who had launched into some sort of...

...

...

...her attack was too fast for his senses to perceive. Absolutely absurd. The Emperor allowed himself a small smile.

Magnificent.

Cancer stops screaming and grins.

“Nice try Narayana.”

The burning stops and she floats towards the Hozon Godsess, prepares to strike when she feels the…pressure of a new arrival.

“Oh. Oh, this should be fun.”

She kicks Narayana in the head hard enough to knock her out and then super speeds away to where Sarada is.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

“Going somewhere.” Sarada’s gaze cast across the battlefield to quickly assess what was going on. Meagan had arrived and was holding Kumara. That was good. Mais and Garnish were still in the clutches of the last remaining Arcosian, which was bad; and it looked like he was about to jump ship with them. Sarada still didn’t know why her family had been targeted specifically, but it was going to end.

Her aura exploded to life, a literal wreath of orange flames that was effectively a physical manifestation of her fiery, indomitable spirit.

Her hand became aglow with crimson God Ki. Then, she threw a punch. With that single punch, her aura shimmered and unleashed a myriad of spirit punches that curved around the children to strike at the Arcosian.



Crimson Flash!

The red swirl had already engulfed the legs and bracered arm of the Arcosian, alongside Garnish too, when Sarada arrived.

To onlookers, it appeared that a single punch reduced the other arm, waist, torso, and head of the Arcosian vampire to mist. Mais drops down, safe, as the bottom half and Garnish still vanish however.

Sarada feels a sudden tap on her shoulder.

“I believe you and I have business.”

Cancer punches Sarada in the back of the head hard enough to stagger her forwards while Meagan quickly gathers Mais up alongside Kurama and flies them out of the impending destruction.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"A mini-sun, oh how the might have fallen," Zaofan smirked. "Must've been a hell of a thing to get your memory scrambled like that-"

The golden glow within Zaofan's eyes widened, and what was once a calm, illuminate stream now unfurled wildly like wildfire escaping the narrow pass. The welling energy screamed chaotically, arcing wide and lashing wild echoing the furor and ferocity of wild beasts in an intertwined harmony. The Dragon's Fire brought the glow to a fierce intensity, and flying alongside the Phoenix's Flame of Ho-ou Sosei, when it hit the Solar Shot it began to nurture the living elements of the ki in that blooming heat source. Coiling into the mass, it was as much an ignition as it was a means to accumulate and stabilize it as more and more power was added.

"-but here, how about I give you a reminder of what happens when you screw with us!"



Straining under the totality of energies rocketing from his eyes, Zaofan clenched his teeth as he poured it on with a reinvigored zeal. All this training, this long year of refinement and herculean labours, it was all for this and he would not let up now.

Yet it took all of his discipline simply to not turn his head to gloat at Sasheem.

"Come on, is that it," He goaded, "you left the day you decided you were Master, don't tell me that's the best you can do!"

Charco’s Solar Shot expands and folds in on itself over and over again, condensing into a magnificent heavy ball of Ki that actually starts pulling at the local environment as it begins gathering its own gravity.

And then Charco send it down it’s meeey way, and the heavy sun Solar Shot drops like a sun and simply vanishes into nothingness just as a large hand had started to appear out of the invisible portal.

There is silence, than a massive explosion that ripples and jostles the entire lookout as a pillar of bright energy shoots into the heavens, bright and large enough that even those defending in space could see it. The light fades, eventually, and the portal, and that disgusting feeling, is gone.