Chronoptic energy bursts from one plane to the other, evaporating anything
Drawing on the energy of matter from all worlds, unravelling the time
Astral orb crackles while raw energy lances out, temporarily disrupting
The Outworld is awash in arcane energy, diffuse through Harbinger's rifts
The vent through which such stellar energy flows is mere atoms wide
From winter's heart comes a cold, healing embrace