The world fell silent before destruction.
It was not the silence of peace, nor the quiet calm that followed battle.
It was the suffocating stillness that came moments before annihilation, the dreadful pause where existence itself seemed to hold its breath in fear of what was about to descend.
High above the imperial capital, the heavens had completely fractured apart.
Gigantic wounds stretched across the sky like shattered glass, exposing endless layers of distorted spatial storms beyond reality itself. Rivers of golden light poured through those cracks like divine judgment spilling from another realm, illuminating the dying world beneath with merciless radiance.
At the center of the heavens rotated the Monarch Eradication Protocol.
The colossal formation was no longer merely a construct.
It resembled a celestial execution sun.
