856 I Told You It Wouldn't Work

Meanwhile, on the surface, the area around Celestial City was nothing but molten rock, ionized plasma and radiation. A cloud of millions, billions of Antimatter Bugs were continuously detonating in an endless and increasingly cataclysmic chain reaction.

Psykow, the teardrop-shaped alien, still levitated motionless atop his skyscraper. Although the environment was currently hostile to all lifeforms, neither heat, nor radiation, nor shock waves could harm him. The blasts hitting him would pass through his body as if it didn't exist, as if the place where it stood was just a bubble of nothingness capable of deflecting anything that came near it.

From time to time one could see the image of the alien sizzling like an unstable hologram under its force field forcing its thirteen eyes to glow, consuming prodigious amounts of energy and mental power every second. No matter how strong this Player was, it was not possible to take such antimatter blasts so close without paying a price.