Back on the Mercy of Silence, Kane sat in his throne, staring at a screen that showed a single, massive ship exiting warp at the edge of the solar system.
It wasn't white and gold. It was a perfect, silent sphere of chrome, five times the size of the Mercy. It didn't have guns. It didn't have shields. It just... was.
[TARGET DETECTED: THE ARBITER'S EYE] [RANK: 10 - THE UNIVERSAL CONSTANT] [THREAT LEVEL: EXISTENTIAL]
Kane felt a drop of cold sweat run down his neck. His Void-Hunger didn't growl. For the first time in his life, it whimpered.
"Sully," Kane whispered, his silver hair floating in the heavy mana of the bridge. "Tell the squad to hurry. The Landlord is home. And he's looking for the rent."