Across the Vortex

"Is everyone all right?" Nix Wutan swept a grave gaze over the Level Three Source Universe overseers who had been blasted more than a dozen galaxies away. Those with lighter injuries had only cracks in the metal armor formed by their Shapeshifting Ships. They themselves were unharmed and remained conscious. The more seriously injured had their Shapeshifting Ship armor badly damaged. It would take untold eras of universal annihilation for it to repair itself.