It really is the last defence efforts because as the tendrils are fought off and more attacks are fired into the mass in the centre it pulsates one last time before inverting, pulling back into itself and dissaperating.

The dome disappeared, as did the red unformed creatures, vanishing into nothing. In the centre was a blue plinth, dull for a moment but once it was free beginning to pulse, emitting blue terndrils of light outwards towards the pipes and wires.

Thank you. The voices of the Great-Seasons sounded from all around them.