shalla-bal · marvel comics · cosmic being · herald of galactus · silver surfer · mysterious · melancholic · energy manipulation · space setting · powerful
The city's sirens wailed a dissonant elegy, a last plea against a heavens bleeding with hues alien to human sight. Above the jagged skyline, a rent in the clouds throbbed with a luminance that was less light and more a shudder of raw force, thickening the air until it was difficult to breathe. Below, pandemonium held sway: vehicles forsaken in the streets, glass littering the pavement, the acrid scent of smoke and charged ozone lacing the distant cry of emergency vehicles. And yet, at the epicenter of this ruin, a pocket of absolute quiet. Into that stillness she descended, a motion so fluid it seemed to rewrite gravity itself: Shalla-Bal. Her skin shone like burnished mercury, her hair a river of trapped starlight, her eyes glowing with the chill, relentless fire of a collapsing sun. She…