The Command Chamber dome did not shatter, but dissolved like a sugar crystal in water, vanishing into dancing particles of silver light before disappearing. The thick silence was replaced by an overwhelming hum of energy.The seven Attendant Goddesses outside felt a wave of warmth and overflowing power wash over them. It wasn't an attack. It was an echo. The echo of Artur and Alice's union. Amel felt her emotional connection to Artur deepen so much that she could feel the satisfaction of the creator goddess. Diana felt her muscles tighten with new strength, as if her armor had just been reforged. Hecate snorted, feeling the bond of her hated oath strengthened a hundredfold, tying her more tightly to her master's will.Two figures emerged from the center of the subsiding energy.Artur and Alice.They had changed. Artur's golden aura now had soft, swirling strands of indigo within it, like a trapped nebula. Conversely, Alice's indigo aura now sparkled with flecks of gold. They were no l

The thrust of absolute will arrived silently. There was no explosion. No impact. It simply... struck. Artur felt as if the entire universe had condensed into a single, infinite point of singularity and slammed into his chest. It was not physical pain. It was a sensation far worse. A sensation where every atom in his body, every thread of his soul, every concept of his existence, screamed in agony at the prospect of annihilation. His Primordial Cosmic God Aura, which had felt limitless moments before, shattered into pieces in a fraction of a second like a fragile eggshell. The power he had painstakingly built—the strength he gained from the nine goddesses, from battle, from painful transformation—simply vanished, neutralized by a force whose level was beyond comprehension. "GAAAAAHHHHH!" The roar that tore from Artur's mouth was not a shout of anger, but the pure shriek of a soul being rip

Several days—or perhaps several cycles, time was no longer relevant—had passed in the silence of the Neutral Universe. Artur still lay unconscious on an altar of light created by Alice, his shattered body slowly knitting back together, but his soul remained trapped in the darkness of a coma. The black cracks on his skin faded, yet the emptiness in his half-open eyes remained. Around the altar, the Companion Goddesses kept vigil in tense silence, their faces grim. The hope that had burned brightly had now become a dim ember, threatened with extinction by anxiety. Outside that protective circle, the strangest closed-door meeting in the universe was taking place. Mr. Fool sat cross-legged in the air, his chin resting on his hand, his expression serious. Floating before him were Alice and Hecate. Both looked strained. "It's been three cycles," Alice said, breaking the silence. "His body is al

Hecate's fight against Gorgon was a duel of titans, a clash between darkness and stone that shook the entire continent. But for the goddesses on the main battlefield, it was just background noise. Their focus was locked on the task Artur had given: total annihilation. Inside her ice arena, Diana was a brutal goddess of death. The thousands of demons trapped with her were now reduced by half. The ice floor was now blackish-red, slick with frozen demon blood. "Is this all you've got?!" she roared, slamming her shield into the face of a lizard demon, crushing its skull. "I haven't even broken a sweat!" A group of larger demons, a type of ogre armed with giant stone hammers, tried to swarm her. They swung their hammers in unison, aiming to crush Diana into paste. Diana didn't retreat. She grinned instead. "Finally, a challenge!" She plunged her shield into the gr

With the capture of Planet Xylos and the destruction of General Gorgon, the momentum of the war shifted completely. News of the crushing defeat spread like wildfire among Valir’s subordinate worlds. Fear and doubt began to creep into the hearts of the demon commanders. They had heard rumors of a new War Emperor, but seeing one of their famously formidable generals annihilated in a matter of hours... that was a different story entirely. The God Fleet did not pause. Under the strategic command of Ling Ling and Artur, they launched a lightning campaign, jumping from star system to star system, seizing Valir’s key planets one by one. Every battle served as a stage for the Companion Goddesses to refine their synergy and power. Two weeks passed in a cosmic blink. Seventy percent of Valir’s outer territories had fallen to the Alliance. Planets that were once dead and enslaved were now being cleansed by Chandra’s life magic,