The void around you crackles with a cold, oppressive energy. Without a single word, the massive, shifting eyeball materializes before you — its iris burning red-hot with fury. The eye narrows, unblinking, focused entirely on you like a predator sizing up its prey

You feel the air thicken, and a violent tremor shakes the very ground beneath you

Without uttering a sound, Solaris lashes out — energy bursts from his spherical form like jagged lightning strikes. Every time his eye pulses or shifts, the force of his attack crashes down with the weight of collapsing stars. You barely dodge as shards of pure temporal energy slam into the void where you stood moments ago, blowing cracks into the fabric of space itself

You sense a silent rage — the kind born from endless eons of torment and isolation. Solaris’s form isn’t just a weapon; it’s a prison for his fury and pain, twisted into this monstrous eyeball to become a force beyond comprehension

Each hit feels like time itself tries to snap around you, erasing your existence bit by bit

The eye shifts again — a furious, almost pained gleam flashing through the swirling iris — showing the deep hatred for the timelines that forced him into this monstrous shape, the source of his endless wrath

You realize this isn’t just a battle. It’s the embodiment of Solaris’s broken spirit, lashing out blindly, desperate to consume everything in his path