Valen didn't just swing the star-core broadsword; he swung the concept of a supernova.The Praetor, a ten-foot tall war machine, was as fast as his gigantic body, having been powered by his own millennia of cosmic warfare. The glowing blade sliced through the air leaving behind a trail of warped and melted space.I didn't attempt to block it. I walked into the arc of the swing, my Sovereign's Reality bending the kinetic energy of the blade just enough to get it to miss me by a hair. Still, the intense heat burned my skin on my cheek, but in my own domain, I immediately over-wrote the thermal transfer, and froze my own flesh to prevent it from burning.Asura, you can't dance all your life! With the flick of his golden wrist, Valen smoothly shifted the momentum of the large sword and regained control. He lowered the pommel towards my head. “Each time you project that reality, your mortal soul breaks apart!He was right. I had blood running down my nose and down my ears. It was like I ha

The holographic projection of the Celestial Emperor collapsed, but the crushing spiritual weight of his transmission lingered on the bridge like a physical stain.The bulkheads of the hijacked flagship grumbled, the newly assimilated celestial metal bendy under the last of the pressure of a supreme cosmic ruler.I didn't blink. I simply looked at the blank above the command console.Not only is he sending an army, Maya said, her fingers flying over the obsidian keys, connecting her newly acquired Tier 7 meridians straight to the ship's celestial databanks. Boss... the energy signatures this ship's long-range sensors are detecting are impossible. It's not a fleet, it's a moving solar system," he said, as he brought the Zenith Stratum with him.Ghost stood against the frame of the door, spinning a knife smeared with his new dark purple cosmic shadow Qi. We've just made three hundred thousand mortals into pseudo-celestials. We have a fortress. We have this dreadnought. Let him come.No,"

The celestial drop-pods didn't land; they detonated against the bedrock.The Ashen Spire was jumbled with thousands of white-gold needles, each as tall as a skyscraper, that had fallen and formed tidal waves of cooling magma and rusted dirt. The hatches were pressurized and before you could blink they blew open, in unison.Stepping from the pods wasn't the standard Celestial Legion.These were the Zenith Royal Guard. They wore perfect, platinum-gold armor, and their bodies resonated with a deadly fine cosmic density. They had no plasma spears, they used huge halberds and greatswords made from condensed starlight that could slice a mountain range in half, at will.They entered my Genesis Canvas, where the golden snow has fallen from the sky, frozen, and they scanned the ruined penal colony with absolute disgust with their featureless visors.A Zenith Captain issued a command, his voice synthesized and booming with harmonics: “Purge the exiles.” “Break the World-Seed's concentration, Th

The Celestial Emperor’s bare feet did not touch the rusted dirt of the Ashen Spire.He flew just one millimetre off the ground. This was not a levitation – this was a rejection, absolute rejection. His clean, perfect cosmic energy, emanating from the white robe he wore, actively rejected the polluted and decaying environment of the penal colony. The world was unworthy to touch him.I was a full fifty yards back, panting. Blood trickled from my chin, my collarbone pounded from the crushing of the atmosphere, and my soul was held in place with string that was frayed.The Emperor's voice was no longer booming like that of his Praetors, but rather a soft, gentle tone.The Emperor's voice was not booming like that of his Praetors, but rather a soft, gentle tone. It was quiet, but it didn't go through my ears, it shook directly against my brain stem. Yet, you're still standing in dirt, look at yourself, you're broken, you're bleeding, you're a broken vessel trying to hold a universe.I've be

The Celestial Emperor hit the newly forged marble floor and violently skidded for another hundred yards, his immaculate white robe tearing against the friction.When he finally came to a halt, he didn't rise to the cold, detached majesty of a supreme cosmic ruler. He scrambled to his feet and started off running. The designer of the Upper Realm was for the first time in thousands of years truly frightened.The Zenith Crown above his head began to buzz, buzz, buzz, trying to reestablish divine law in the battlefields.The Emperor shrieked "ERASE!" and extended both of his pristine hands.A wave of geometric, hyper-complex light burst forth from the Crown. This was not an attack, this was a wall of absolute conceptual annihilation. It passed over the Ashen Spire, and in a heartbeat, all the statues fell, all the bones were ground to dust, and even the air itself vanished, leaving behind a terrible vacuum.I didn't dodge. I didn't need to.I went forward and three hundred and three thous