It is a darkness in presence of light, and a darkness in absence of light. The shadow that fell on the Dragon Capital was that of the latter.When the perfectly geometrical portal in the sky tried to close itself, the substance of reality was tearing. The fissure was frozen, and it was kept open by no magic, or mechanism, but by the one, tremendous, overwhelming will of the thing that was on the other side.The blinding perfection of the Celestial Realm was completely blotted out. Instead of it was a figure so inexplicably huge and compact that it could not be understood by humans. It was as though a black hole had thrust itself on the mantle of a king.The air of the Dragon Continent at once dropped to a freezing point. The green leaves of the new forests, the green leaves withered. Frost sneaked through the capital walls of black-iron.The Real Emperor of the Celestial Realm had opened his eyes.He failed to pass through the portal. To descend into mortality would be to stoop down t

Threats are made in the dark, and threats are made out of the dirt. Alex was on the broken balcony of the royal suite, and the newly smithen blade of the World, the World Blade, was heavy at his hip. He scanned the horizon with his black and molten-gold eyes, beyond Old Ghost.It was not that the Pacific Ocean was churning, it was boiling.A great whirlpool had developed five miles out to the west of the Dragon Continent. It was miles in diameter, whirling with such ghastly kinetic energy that it was tearing huge thunderclouds down out of the air. The water glowed with flashing, local lightning as the friction of the disturbed ocean superheated the air."Is it a Behemoth?" The deafening roar of the sea made Ghost yell, and with a hold on the stone door framework, lest he be blown away by the changing winds. Did the Swarm not leave anything in the trench?No," Alex said, his thick aura flaring in defense. "There's no dark matter. No Void rot. That isn't a monster, Ghost. That's the pla

When the Heavens decide to cleanse the Earth, they do not ask for permission; they bring the fire. The dozen perfectly shaped portals spilling brilliant white light into the atmosphere did not signal a negotiation. The Archangels descending from the sky were the ultimate enforcers of the Celestial Emperor. Dressed in unbreakable armors made of crystallized starlight, their six giant wings of pure, burning energy cast intimidating shadows over the boiling Pacific.At the center of this divine formation was Michael, the lead Archangel. He did not have the blank, glowing face of the lesser Sovereigns. His features were carved from flawless, unforgiving marble, and his eyes were twin supernovas of cosmic judgment. He gazed down at the God of War, then at the sprawling Dragon Capital, and finally at the massive titan coiled beneath Alex's feet.Michael did not request surrender. He raised his right hand, igniting his fingers with blinding, conceptual fire. "The anomaly is a cancer," Micha

The God of War cannot defeat multiple strange things through his punching power. Alex experienced complete sound silence after the Silver Phalanx stopped their deafening cheers which filled the Dragon Continent. He stood frozen on the ruined balcony of the central keep, the warm terrestrial sun hitting his back, completely paralyzed by the gaze of the infant in Sarah’s arms. The baby didn't cry. The father received an unsettling, ancient calm from his son who looked up at him. And his eyes were silver. His eyes displayed unique metallic silver. His eyes displayed unique metallic silver. The exact color of his eyes matched the most concentrated form of the Void which appeared as a pure, swirling metallic silver. The dimension which had almost destroyed Earth showed its color as the Hive Mind and the Abyss.""Alex?" Sarah asked, her exhausted smile faltering as she saw the sheer, unadulterated terror freeze her husband's features. She looked down at the baby, her maternal instincts

The void contains no oxygen, yet wrath does not require any air to burn.Alex ran up the gigantic, miles-thick strand of divine light in horrifying, supersonic velocity. The Earth was sucking down to a beautiful fragile marble of blue and green, below him. The absolute, freezing blackness of deep space yawned above him and awaited to swallow the arrogant mortal who had dared to climb the Emperor leash.He bumped into the real vacuum of space and fell out of the stratosphere. The surrounding temperature dropped to the lowest point of zero. The absence of atmospheric pressure at once endeavoured to boil the blood in his veins and to collapse his lungs.However, Alex was no longer a biological being who was limited by earthly matters.He tapped into his Twilight Singularity. The interminable, rhythmic universe contained in his chest immediately made restitution, and his bodily vessel was enwrapped in a localized, microscopic, gravity pressure suit. His mutated World Core had its own inte