The massive, jagged crimson tears in the fabric of the universe did not heal. They widened.
Sector Null was no longer a quiet, empty boundary. It was a violently churning battlefield of localized physics desperately trying to hold against an infinite ocean of non-Euclidean chaos. Millions of colossal, unformatted Null-Entities drifted through the breaches. They were a terrifying, impossible tide of shattered black glass and shifting dimensions, radiating a conceptual erasure that actively rotted the vacuum of space.
Ren stood flawlessly in the center of the dark, his Domain of the Void anchoring the absolute truth of reality.
Behind him, the three thousand Universal Praetorians did not break their perfectly synchronized phalanx. They were Tier 0 anomalies, heavily augmented by the universal source code Ren had ripped from the Celestial Mainframe. They possessed no terrestrial fear. They felt only the absolute, undeniable command of the Abyssal Architect.
