The Being watched the tiny explosions flaring across its skies.
It had seen those precise electromagnetic spectra before: the launch of the first pain weapon, Vulpis"s demonstration of his power. Now there were thousands of them, erupting as if all the stars had chosen to explode at the same moment. Fear surged through its depths, fear that was in part the memory of pain. Was it ready for this? Could it ever be ready for such torment? The lights grew brighter as atmospheric friction heated the missiles. They cut into its sky like stabbing knives. Knives it could do nothing to parry or fend off.
Desperate thoughts flashed through the layers of its oceans as it tried to assemble a response. It knew immediately that there wouldn"t be time. Impulses crackled between its cells at electrica
