Gabriel uses Broken Foundation

“In the end, as in the beginning,” Gabriel murmured.

Around the Darkness, differentiation died. Lines blurred between light and darkness, between individuals, between moments. Reality collapsed abruptly, converging on a singular point, and for an instant, fire flowed like water, sound came apart into fractured light, and it was impossible to tell if things were moving through time, through space, through both, or through neither. When the instant passed, objects had flowed into each other and merged, with trees turned upside-down and their stone roots reaching towards chunks of earth caught in the clouds. Gabriel had apparently targeted her Broken Foundation well, because Apophis and his minions were unharmed, though one of the corpses at the edge had been stretched across about a hundred meters of ground, skin pulled taunt over the surface as scale rose like the hackles of a dog, merged with individual blades of grass. The rest of the fallen had been merged with the Darkness himself, leaving him as an amorphous mass, one draconic jaw merged into another within the misty cloud of his head, with dozens of ribs and teeth rose in random ridges around his body. Half a dozen dragon tails had been combined with his legs as if they were tentacles, and five hearts beat in a conjoined mass at his shoulder.

Interlude: Rising, Part 2