The heavy obsidian gates of the inner sanctum beneath the Mariana Trench did not shatter from a physical explosion, nor did they rattle under a modern high-frequency sonic blast. They simply melted. Seven miles beneath the crashing swells of the Pacific Ocean, where the immense physical pressure should have instantly crushed any surface creature into a dead, distorted mass of bone and clay, the ancient volcanic rock of the Abyssal Cradle’s throne room violently hissed. The solid, prehistoric barriers dissolved at a molecular level into a fine, black powdery dust that fell harmlessly to the cold stone floor, completely hollowed out by a sudden, terrifyingly dense wave of pure, absolute sovereign energy. The deep geothermal heat of the room was instantly dominated by a chilling, unyielding p
