The Emperor stood in the heart of the shattered hall. He drew a deep breath. Exhaled slowly. He looked down. There, resting against his blood-stained military boot, the most powerful Primordial Entity in existence slept heavily in the shape of a small green kitten.
His wives lowered their hands. They terminated the Axiom of Boundary. The absolute white void dissolved completely. Inside the Emperor's mind, only one thought echoed. A suffocating emptiness. He had finished his battle with crushing speed. The eternal curse of the absolute strongest. Endless boredom. Nothing in this sprawling universe warranted a single drop of his sweat.
Roxy stepped forward. A massive grin stretched across her face, her eyes burning with feral battle-lust. "Your power was insane, my Lord! What a killer hit!"
He did not look at her. He locked his absolute, freezing gaze on Eve. "Give me your complete report, Eve."
Eve rotated her wrists mechanically. Her clinical, emotionless voice cut through the silence. "Our investigation into the Nixia anomaly isolated an ancient manuscript buried deep within this palace. Our decryption algorithms required extended processing cycles to crack the archaic syntax patterns, and—"
"Speak in a language Roxy can comprehend." The Emperor cut her off. Flat. Expressionless.
Every wife turned to look at Roxy in dead silence. Roxy's eyes went wide. She threw her hands up defensively. "What?! What... My Lord, what the hell does that mean? I know exactly what algorithms are! I ain't that stupid..."
Kaori clamped a disciplined, rigid hand onto Roxy's shoulder from behind. One stoic glare froze the brawler in her tracks. In that split second, a soft, soothing laugh slipped past Celine's lips. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand to stifle the gentle sound.
"Celine! What're you laughing at?!" Roxy snapped. The brief outburst shattered the crushing gloom of the room.
That fleeting amusement died instantly. In a fraction of a second, Eve's lenses shifted to a dead, pale blue glow. The ambient temperature of the hall plummeted. The Emperor's patience had expired. His irritation manifested as a physical, crushing aura pressing down on their lungs. Celine's laugh caught in her throat. Roxy clamped her jaw shut and took a submissive step backward. A suffocating silence claimed the room, broken only by the mechanical hum of combat drones.
Eve locked her clinical gaze onto Oria, who lay broken on the floor. Her robotic voice systematically stripped Planet Orion of all its fabricated glory. "The data confirms the truth. The royal bloodline—specifically Princess Oria and her father, General Madi Roll, as royal cousins—carries the gene of Pure Anomaly. Planet Orion was never the peaceful, civilized utopia they projected. The Ancient Orions were titanic butchers. They systematically eradicated an entire Forgotten Race. The only survivor of that genocide is the apocalyptic threat sleeping at your feet... Nixia."
Eve paused, laying out the cosmic scale of the truth. "To ensure she never awakened, the First Progenitors secured her within The Primordial Lock. The Impossible Seal. Cracking it demanded an astronomical impossibility: the simultaneous fusion of Pure Anomaly and Pure Axiom. A functionally impossible condition, as absolutely no entity possessing Pure Axiom existed anywhere within the vast reaches of our galaxy."
Eve adjusted her posture, framing the absolute scope of the deception. "For this exact reason, to bury their sins permanently, the Ancient Orions engineered a generational campaign of absolute ignorance. They wiped the very concept of the Akasha from their civilization's consciousness. They ensured no one would ever dig too deeply."
Oria's eyes dilated in incomprehensible horror against the freezing marble. She no longer cried from physical agony. She stared down at her shredded palm. Thick blue blood stained the broken tiles. For her entire life, her tutors preached that this blood symbolized purity. Honor. The divine, unshakeable right to rule Planet Orion.
The horrifying truth finally broke her. Her revered ancestors were butchers. They committed planetary genocide. And her sacred royal bloodline? It was nothing but a vile biological lock designed to cage a monster. Their entire civilization. Centuries of luxurious, unchallenged peace. All of it built on a foundation of bloody lies and mass extermination. Her body convulsed violently. A crushing, spiritual nausea consumed her. She finally understood. Her home, her people, her entire world was annihilated for a singular reason: Planet Orion was nothing more than a blind, ignorant warden guarding a prison it never even knew existed.
Eve's train of thought snapped. Every optical sensor across the imperial drone army flashed a blaring, hazard red. An emergency alarm reverberated through the ruins.
"Echo algorithms just registered a massive distortion," Eve stated. "Shattering The Primordial Lock released energy suppressed for millions of years. The grand entities of the cosmos recognize this signature. The Ethereal Pulse just fired a deafening signal deep into Andromeda: a Primordial Entity has broken free. Algorithms confirm the mobilization of a massive vanguard fleet belonging to The Xyroth. One of Andromeda's most violent, dominating races. They are mobilizing to invade Planet Orion. The spatial rift is closed. Their transit will consume a vast amount of time... but they are coming."
Every ounce of boredom vanished from the Emperor's face. The corners of his mouth curled into a bloody, savage smile. Pure, unchecked arrogance. He finally had the entertainment he craved. A war to break the crushing monotony of his absolute supremacy.
Oria whimpered on the cold floor. She mumbled in absolute, broken disorientation: "Akasha... Primordial Entities... Axiom... Anomaly." The words felt alien. Terrifying. They tore at the bleeding remnants of her mind like dark incantations, her sanity already pulverized by generations of enforced ignorance.
The Emperor stared down at her collapse with freezing contempt. He turned his gaze toward his seventh wife.
"Isabella."
Isabella stepped forward instantly. The tyrant issued the commands to reforge the planet: "Launch an overwhelming broadcast campaign across Planet Orion. First, double my Dogma reserves. Second, reconstruct the collective consciousness of this entire world. Third... teach these insects the meaning of the Akasha."
Isabella framed her eyes with her hands, flashing a massive, electric smile. "I am totally ready, my Lord!"
To prepare for the coming cosmic war against The Xyroth, he needed to end the Orion theater permanently. The Emperor left the ruined hall with heavy, dictatorial strides. He ascended to the highest balcony of the royal palace, overlooking the burning capital and the sprawling planet below.
He stood there. A towering figure imposing his will over the devastation. He slowly raised his right hand toward the choked, smoking sky.
"The Axiom of Submission!" he roared.
He unleashed the Axiom of Submission on a planetary scale. Zero resistance. The Axiom flooded outward. It wrapped around every single coordinate on the globe. It pierced the minds and nervous systems of billions of Orion citizens in a fraction of a second. In the cratered streets. Inside pitch-black bunkers. Across the ruined military bases. Billions of Orions dropped to their knees in the exact same surreal fraction of time. They collapsed into a single, synchronized prostration. Stripped of all free will. From their lips tore a single, unified, booming voice that shook the continents of Planet Orion:
"At your command... my Lord."