Vilgax Buddha's palm

If Vilgax had any consciousness left, he would have bristled at his enemy's taunting. That pride was a weakness, so his body destroyed it. It concentrated fully on fleeing the desert. He shed excess weight like a snakeskin, got onto all fours, his hands mutated into legs and he ran. This form of Vilgax, adapted to escape, looked more like Wildmutt than the warrior he used to be. But he was fast. So fast that the drills that burst out from the ground only had time to catch his afterimage as he raced towards the mountains. Each bound crossed entire miles, yet the mountains were so vast in scale that they never seemed to get any bigger. He had no conception of how long he was running for. Still he ran. Vilgax ran, and leaped so far he could have escaped orbit, until he came to the mountains at the very edge of the domain.

And he saw that those mountains were not mountains.

And he saw that those mountains were fingers, tall enough to press into the ceiling of the universe.

- Round 5