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A golden streak arched through the sky above the territory. Whatever was the origin of this streak was moving extremely fast, much faster than should be humanly possible, roughly 135,000 ft/s. The streak would visibly arc downward toward the middle of the territory and would grow bigger by the millisecond. It wouldn't be long until the streak actively entered the atmosphere of the earth and stopped abruptly about 400 feet above the middle of the territory where the dilapidated tribe houses stood.
Now that whatever the streak was was visible, a young man would be seen. The man sported a large set of pure white wings with the very tips of each feather shimmering with a golden light. His blonde hair was shaggy and messy, covering his glimmering emerald eyes. He wore a simple white t-shirt and tan cargo pants. The man's bare feet lightly tapped against the dying remnants of a magical barrier that no longer properly protected what it once housed. The man shook his head lightly as his emerald gaze took in the expanse of trees, interspersed with different dilapidated ruins.
He had heard rumor long ago of this tribe. And frankly, he hadn't been bothered enough to even give a single thought toward a small, weak earthen tribe. But that was before he had experienced the essence of a star. Now, it seemed even the smallest of things in this universe caught his attention. A wail had caught his attention from this tribe, as if a soul cried out in agony, in anger, in sheer wrath. Right now, he couldn't feel that soul any longer. Maybe it was a hallucination... The essence of a star was a wonderful thing, after all.
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The angelic man sighed deeply as his shoulders slumped a little. It seemed all he had to go on now was a dilapidated old tribe from days long past. Oh, well!! Lifting a single hand, palm upward, a brilliant glow would slowly start to coalesce about 5 feet above his upstretched hand. This glow would only grow more and more brilliant the longer he built power into it uninterrupted.
Eventually, the glow would finally coalesce into what appeared to be a miniature version of the very star that stood at the center of the current solar system he was in. That star had to taste lovely, and for a moment, the angel stared into the sky past the glowing star above him. Shaking his head and looking back down upon the territory, the man would simply drop his hand to his side. This would allow the mini star to drop down into the territory. The angel seemed to simply pass through the star as it fell, and there would be next to no resistance given by the dying magical barrier.
When the mini star was roughly 150 feet above the very top of the tribe house, the mini star would suck in on itself before exploding violently outward in a too-bright-to-look-at flash. Wood, leaves, glass, furniture, stone, any living creature that happened to get caught in this brilliantly violent blast would be eradicated, no longer to have a breath of existence in this realm. A crater that rivaled the size of the largest on any other planet in this solar system was left as the brilliance of the supernova slowly faded away.
The angel wouldn't stick around. A golden streak would rip through the atmosphere of earth back into the great expanse of space, his destination that of Sol, the star at the center of this solar system. He wouldn't touch it... yet. He just wanted a little sniff to whet his appetite.
