The entire alien mothership, and with it, the false sky, began to resonate with an unnatural, eerie hum. Li Chen’s body screamed; his bronze-gold skin cracked, not from darkness, but from the pure blue light radiating from within. He was a vessel, and that vessel was on the verge of shattering. The power of creation flowed uncontrollably, threatening to tear him to pieces.
Too much, he thought, every cell pulsing with agony. This will destroy me.
"No!" The Original Creator’s voice resonated, soft yet urgent, directly into his soul. "Focus! Be a bridge, not a vessel! Channel it! Set me free!"
Suddenly, from the living stone walls around them, projections emerged. Not crystal sentries, but entities of pure energy, twisting and writhing with a sickly emerald light. Their forms resembled dr
