Golden Orb

The moment he uttered those words, the golden hands began closing in, and the space around them started to crack. It was not a metaphor; the space was literally cracking like glass. 

With each passing moment, the fractures within the fabric of space widened, growing more conspicuous and intricate. The very air buzzed with a foreboding energy, and the atmosphere was filled with an space energy. It was as if the fundamental laws of the universe were undergoing a profound transformation right before our eyes.

Then, with a final, intense surge of power, the crimson beam of light that had just been unleashed just a few moments ago fragmented into a multitude of pieces.

However, instead of sowing chaos and destruction, these shards were irresistibly drawn into the expanding rifts within the spatial continuum. It was as if these rifts possessed a voracious appetite for the energy, greedily devouring it as if it were their sustenance.