True Venerable Ocean
Yet, for the three male geniuses, the experience was far more visceral, far more devastating. Their faces drained of color, their souls frantically pulsating with a fear so primal, so all-consuming, that they found themselves utterly helpless – mere insects caught in the path of an oncoming hurricane, powerless to even mobilize their defenses in the face of this cataclysmic force.
There were no grandiose gestures, no words of warning or proclamation – only the cold, brutal efficiency of annihilation.
Three beams of Yin-Yang radiance tore through their chests with the destructive force of a supernova, splattering waves of blood across the atmosphere as their silent screams echoed through the void, their agonized wails a fleeting whisper in the face of such overwhelming power.