The spatial geometry of the Spire's transparent observatory did not violently fracture to announce his return. It simply, cleanly updated to accommodate its master.
Ren materialized exactly before the massive, swirling holographic sphere of the universal terminal. The ambient, frictionless silence of the room remained entirely undisturbed. His dark, ruined trench coat settled perfectly around his heavy combat frame, his heavy, tungsten-sheened boots making absolutely zero sound against the celestial metal deck.
Chloe was standing near the massive glass wall, looking out over the sprawling, fifty-mile-wide geometric expanse of the Abyssal Throne.
She turned as the atmospheric pressure flawlessly adjusted to Ren's Tier 0 density.
