It was this force that had invaded her, and demanded more from her.
She suddenly understood. "This is Beam…" she said aloud. Rivera's face turned to her, disgusted by the mere sight of her. It was the look of a callus man looking at a sick animal.
The strength, the overwhelm, the demands, as mighty as any King. This was a magnitude of influence that the name Oliver Patrick did not do justice. This was a force that went by many names, and ought to have gone by many more.
She tried to stand, but she lacked the strength. This time, she did not fall. Lacking strength, she used someone else's. She dared to believe in the mighty, and the world rewarded her for it.
Rivera's eyes widened, as a blinding light filled his vision.
"Impossible…" he muttered. "Now… Now of all times!?"
