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The crystal turned black as pitch, an empty void through which there was no light, no reflection, nothing at all. And from that nothing a hand reached out, or tried to.

It was like a fist the size of a planet was trying to reach out from that single black opening into oblivion, and when it could not reach into reality, instead a great, massive eye peered at Russian from beyond the darkness.

That eye was a singularly hideous thing, full of rage and sorrow and hatred, so much so that the sheer force of it's gaze was like that of a great beast peering down at a flea.

The grenades did not even explode, they popped like bubbles as a wave of heat so intense it would boil the sun itself rolled off of the stone and the great eye that glared from it. Several of the 'slaves' around the stone died then, they didn't even burst into flame they just turned to ash, so intense was the heat.

And deep in Russians soul, at the very core of his being, a primal instinct found in all living things would tell him to run and flee. The instinct to survive, as ingrained in the rabbit in the face of a wolf, would present itself even in the hardened mercs heart.

Whatever it was that stood on the other side of that stone, Russian would NOT want to face here.