Inside the layered sphere, the fire started with a storm a neutrons, and fission bloomed. As matter turned into energy, plasma vaporized the inner layers, blasting matter apart and expanding, wasting layer upon layer, until the thickness of the sphere overwhelmed the cloud of plasma. Cooler and cooler, plasma turned into gas and transfered its momentum to the outer layers of the sphere, whose shards scattered slowly towards the stars. The explosion was thwarted.

Back at the Lookers Dome, Egenor Sila looked after his dignity, holding a smile. Some in the crowd cheered and began singing; it was success, at last, for Egenor the Purist!

“You did so, master”, said Appointed Believer Gamasas. “You proved them wrong, all of them!”

Higher Redeemer Silabyle shook his head. He had achieved it, without armor nor lenses nor any material asistance. After his whole life’s work , the Words had been fulfilled in their purest form.

And so “666 layers of heathens” had been enough to “stop the hellfire”, Gnata willing.