Far above them, in the ships that fought the eternal struggle against gravity, alarms blared and bleated on the Angar-Ryllan ships. The energy signatures of both Fury’s attack and the response worried those aboard the ships. These were beings who commanded energies on a scale that their ships struggled to generate. And the two below were doing so with disturbing ease. 

“Thrum”

The dark energies of the Galdhr glowed slightly with the influx of energies provided by Fury. The lattice mesh surrounding Skallagrim shimmered briefly as it folded in on itself again as a sudden, localized gravitational compression occurred along the mesh.  With this fold, the dark energy mesh seemed to vanish as the fold creating a mesh of micron thickness, comprised of a singular chain of an incredibly dense matter. 

While the being that descended towards him used mechanical devices to approach the energy control of the Dreamer, Skallagrim merely drew energy unto himself, the energy that would be used to defeat the being known as Fury, and ultimately the fleet of ships above them. Already the induction field encompassed the remnants of the lake, expanding outward in a pulsating circle that warped the natural magnetic and gravitational field of the planet.  

Such an energy aberration would be noticed by Fury and those hovering above the planet. Fear crept into the Angar-Ryllans, they knew that the Dreamer was consuming the energy of the planet. Altering it, manipulating it to so that it would serve him. Already the debris of trees and growth created by Fury was starting to heat up, small elements began to burn, began to smolder. 

The folded and compressed metal that had once been the cage that imprisoned the Dreamer, had fallen into the mud of the lake bottom. Angry, pointed metal spears. Kinetic impactors that would be used to destroy those who had created it. A dozen, long, thin metal rods comprised of incredibly dense alloys, waited patiently to be utilized by the Dreamer. 

The ions that had flooded the pure water sphere swarmed the war sword, racing into the energy that ran along the blade, becoming part of the racing streams. Altering, adding and subtracting from the highly excited particles that engulfed the sword. The thought of a Dreamer energized and continuing to draw energy into themselves like some incredible capacitor, ready to unleash that energy would frighten many. The very thought had subdued entire worlds, had shattered worlds. Had shattered Fury’s world.