Light against the darkness, a fat torus of nothing, just debris. An entire world just wiped out. Not merely destroyed—the very first cut of the Grid energies would have been enough to do that—but obliterated, taken carefully, precisely, artistically apart; annihilation made into an aesthetic experience. The arrogant grace of it, the absolute-zero coldness of that sophisticated viciousness... it impressed almost as much as it appalled. Even he would admit to a certain reluctant admiration.
The waves of flames that I've unleashed will eat us all alive.
The rage that burns within my heart is uncontrolled and wild:
AND NOW, EVERYTHING SHALL DIE!
Massive waves consume us all, the ocean is released.
Our dying world quakes underneath and sinks into the sea:
AND NOW, NOTHING WILL SURVIVE!