Xeraphin Power Source

Compact energy emitter mounted within the chamber's reinforced casing, humming with barely contained force. Thick conduits pulse with violet plasma arcs, their glow reflecting off the Master's tissue compressor as he brandishes it at his captives. The device exudes a low-frequency vibration that thrums through the metal grilles of the power chamber, its scent of overheated circuitry cutting through the sterile air. Stapley and Bilton stand frozen—its reality-warping potency clear even in the Master's grim justification.