The physical world of the Lunar Spire vanished. The silver tiles, the weeping Yuna, and the screaming High Priests were replaced by a boundless, silent ocean of white light.Jaxen stood at the center of this "Divine Domain," his black armor looking like a drop of ink in a galaxy of stars. Across from him, the Goddess Selene was no longer a ten-foot avatar. She was a celestial presence that filled the entire horizon, her eyes two burning moons that radiated a heatless, soul-crushing brilliance.[Warning: Soul-Space Infiltration.] [Status: Host’s consciousness is being dissolved by 'Divine Radiance'.] [Void-Heart Integrity: 62% and falling.]"You are small, little shadow," Selene’s voice was everywhere, vibrating in Jaxen’s very thoughts. "You are a flaw in the design. I have watched empires rise and fall while you were still dust. Do you truly think a mortal vessel can hold the weight of the Moon?"Jaxen didn't answer with words. He felt his "Null" skin beginning to flake away, turning

The sky above Xylos didn't just darken; it screamed. As Jaxen ascended, the friction of his Void-Aura against the atmospheric pressure created a trail of violet fire. The Star-Ship, designated the "Purifier-Class: Zenith," loomed like a metallic continent.[System Notification: Engaging High-Tier Technical Structure.] [Scanning 'Zenith' Hull Composition: Neutronium-Alloy with Phase-Shielding.] [Difficulty Level: Impossible for Mana-Users.] [MC Advantage: 'Scrap Mechanic' Intuition - Identifying Stress Points.]Jaxen didn't aim for the massive hangar bays or the glowing ion-cannons. He aimed for the Thermal Exhaust Port located near the rear thrusters—the Achilles' heel of any machine designed for mass energy output."Mila, provide the distraction," Jaxen commanded via the mental link."On it! Launching the Void-Swarm!"From the surface, thousands of Jaxen's new Void-Stalkers launched into the sky, their bodies acting as kinetic decoys. They didn't have the power to damage the ship, bu

The "Between-Space" was not a vacuum. It was a chaotic, swirling iridescent soup of unformed reality, where the laws of physics were merely suggestions. For most, entering a Dimensional Rift without a stabilized mana-warp drive was instant death—atoms would simply forget how to stay together.But Jaxen was the Void Emperor. To him, the Rift wasn't a danger; it was home.Inside the stolen Zenith, the lights were dimmed to a predatory violet. The ship hummed, its Void-Engine harmonizing with the distorted frequencies of the rift.[System Notification: Entering Non-Euclidean Space.][Status: Stealth Mode 'Obsidian Silence' Active.][Sensor Range: Limited by Temporal Distortions.]"Master," Unit-7’s voice flickered. > "THE INQUISITION FLEET HAS BEEN DETECTED. THEY ARE TRAVELING IN A 'DIAMOND-SQUARE' FORMATION. DISTANCE: 4,000 SPATIAL UNITS. THEY ARE MOVING AT SUB-WARP SPEEDS TO MAINTAIN STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY."Jaxen stood at the viewport. In the distance, ten thousand points of blinding bl

The return of the Zenith to Terra’s orbit was not a victory parade; it was a cosmic event. As the massive, violet-rimmed starship settled into the upper atmosphere, its presence stabilized the planet’s magnetic field, which had been frayed by the dimensional collapse.Jaxen descended from the heavens not in a shuttle, but as a streak of black starlight, landing softly on the balcony of the Aurelian Spire in Xylos.[Current Status: World-Soul Tethered.][Planetary Stability Index: $S(t) = \int e^{\text{Void}} dt \rightarrow \infty$][Global Mana Signature: Violet/Stable.]Waiting for him were the four Sovereigns, now looking more like shell-shocked survivors than rulers. Beside them stood Mila and Seraphina. The silence was absolute until Seraphina stepped forward, her hand trembling as she touched the scorched surface of Jaxen’s new armor."You smell like the end of the world," she whispered."I am the end of their world," Jaxen replied, his voice a low hum that vibrated in the floorb

Jaxen didn't fly toward the Northern Core Tower. He walked. Every step he took on the pristine white marble left a cracked, blackened footprint—a viral infection of the Void spreading through the "Perfect" city.The "Ascended" citizens—beings who had spent centuries in lower worlds dreaming of this paradise—fled from him. They were dressed in silks of woven light, but as Jaxen’s Void-Sense expanded, he saw the truth beneath the glamour.[Skill Activated: Structural Analysis (God-Eye Variant).][Observation: The 'Eternal Light' is a localized holographic projection.][Detection: Sub-surface conduits siphoning 40% of each citizen's Soul-Base per hour.]"Unit-7," Jaxen said, his voice a low vibration. "This city isn't a reward. It's a slaughterhouse.""CORRECT, MASTER. THE ENTIRE FIRST TIER IS A 'BIO-RECOVERY' SYSTEM. THE MANA COLLECTED HERE IS COMPRESSED AND SENT TO THE SECOND TIER VIA THE CORE TOWER. THE CITIZENS ARE MAINTAINED IN A STATE OF EUPHORIA TO PREVENT SOUL-REJECTION DURING TH