First, a crackle. It emerges from the center of a calm ocean. The impulse swims to the surface, pushing all the water from its path.
Then, a pop. From an ocean which now roils, the impulse springs into flight. The heavens reach down as the clouds behold the spectacle.
Finally, a boom. The heavens contract to halt the impulse, but the impulse soars through the miasma. Unhindered, unseen, unstoppable.