Interlude: Transcendence of Humanity, Part Two
Sucking in the foreign oxygen of the hazy world, he waved his hand, causing black-and-purple sparks to scatter and connect through the soil, tearing through it before raising his arms. As the hand came down, he protested it with his own two arms, electrifying each of his souls to empower himself to the brink–
"Ngh!--"
The weight that he resisted chimed through his entire being, exuding a pressure that felt as though his body may explode at any moment. Compared to the hand of the Apocalypse, he was no more than a single cell to it–perhaps not even that significant in size.
Beneath the force, the soil was crushed, caving in as Sirius was forced nearly to his knees, gasping for air as veins pressed against his body.