The tower twisted and warped, stretching against the boundaries of the portal as Vuranin spread it wide. Light spluttered out through the growing tear, spilling out like phlegm until through the gap there was nothing. There was no light, not even darkness. The portal lead to an emptiness. It spread and shuddered with the impossible anomaly on the other side. The dimension of light was gone, collapsed into a few last shreds that smeared the floor. The walls of the inter-dimensional shook and ripped its walls. A force pushed at Vuranin, Chronin, Howl and even Nero and Seeker. It dragged at the molecules, motes of themselves. Shimmers of light that pulled off their bodies was whipped out across space. The everflame burst into light like ash in the breeze, whileChronin's body, half of both dimensions, was tearing every sliver of himself apart, ripping his light self from his real. Vuranin's body bore the full force, light pouring off her body like a shimmering stream. Nero felt the wave slam against his self and speared cracks into his dark tendrils, full and deep. Howl, already half spread through the wind, scattered across the planet and out across the stars; as did Seeker on the planet Mngeya. Every piece of them screaming across the galaxy, colliding with ships, planets and people; and where each mote hit burst with life.
The spirit of existence spread like diamonds across the stars. The same force the everflame had emitted twenty five years ago, but stronger, harder. The light hit the galaxy and at each point, a plant grew. A plant born of pure life, hungry, crawling and spreading to multiply and expand. They grew fast, as they had done before, when the flame was strong. Their roots pulled from the dirt, or the puddle, or the crumbs of soil on the floor of a ship. They spread and bloomed with great flowers and strong vines filled with barbs. The triffids marched again.