The sky over Earth was silent for a few seconds after the lead ship exploded.
The people of Earth, watching through their phones and the giant projections in the clouds, let out a roar of victory that shook the very air.
To them, it was a show.
To Noah, it was a chore.
The two remaining obsidian ships hung in the air.
On the bridge of the second ship, the High Priest, the man with eyes like galaxies, had stood up from his throne.
His calm was gone.
His white hair was messy, and his hands were gripping the armrests of his chair so hard they were turning blue.
"Report!" the High Priest screamed. "What happened? How did the beam return?"
"We don't know, sir!" a disciple yelled back, his voice cracking with terror. "There was no energy signature. No spell circle. He just... he just spoke, and the law of the universe changed. The ship's own attack turned into its enemy!"
The High Priest looked through the viewscreen at the young man standing in the vacuum of space.
