He hurled the shard. It spun end over end, struck the main power conduit, and exploded in a shower of violet sparks.
The orb spun, refracting the VPX’s violet light into a hundred beams. The resonance field hiccupped. For one microsecond, a single frequency aligned with Flash’s own bio-rhythm. flash gordon vpx
“Dale,” Flash said calmly. “Now.” He hurled the shard
From the shadows, a slow clap echoed. Ming stepped out, his cloak woven from living shadow. His fingernails were razor shards of obsidian. struck the main power conduit
His fingertips brushed the surface of the VPX Core.
Flash closed his eyes. He wasn’t a scientist. He wasn’t a wizard. He was a quarterback from Earth who’d fallen into a rocket ship.