Chapter 96: Primordial Dominion
The air pressure directly above the Abyssal Court warped with a sickening, localized screech.
Down in the obsidian courtyard, Elara’s alchemical brands flared from violent violet to a blinding, catastrophic white. The Forge-Master forcefully injected a massive, unfiltered dose of entropic logic directly into the Tartarus winches. The hyper-dense void-metal chains that had anchored the captured flagship didn’t just release; their localized gravity violently inverted.
"Entropic Matrix: Gravitational Slingshot!" Elara screamed, collapsing backward onto the stone as the massive alchemical recoil shattered the platform beneath her.
High in the toxic smog, The Spear of Dawn groaned. The massive, dead flagship of the First Choir was abruptly subjected to the kinetic force of a localized meteor launch.
"Hold on to something!" Kaelen roared over the deafening sonic boom.
Seraphina let out a hysterical, euphoric laugh, driving the heavy void-diamond blade of the Eclipse Breaker directly into the bronze deck to anchor herself. Lyriel simply dissolved into a localized puddle of absolute shadow, tethering her existence to the ship’s mast. Kaelen didn’t move; the sheer, oppressive gravity of his Level 110 Primordial Sovereign core anchored him to reality like a black hole pinning down a star.
The galleon violently violently ripped upward.
Higher in the atmosphere, the remaining two hundred and fifty solar galleons were in flawless geometric formation. Their prows glowed with blinding, radioactive holy mana as they synchronized their solar batteries for a fleet-wide orbital bombardment. They were seconds away from glassing the entire dimension.
They never got the chance.
The Spear of Dawn punched through the black acid clouds at Mach four. It was no longer a ship; it was a million-ton kinetic missile of celestial bronze, propelled by pure Abyssal malice.
The dead flagship slammed directly into the center of the celestial formation.
The kinetic shockwave was absolute. The localized holy shields of the vanguard galleons shattered like cheap glass. The Spear of Dawn violently sheared through the hull of a massive dreadnought, snapping its solar masts and detonating its charging plasma batteries. The explosion triggered a catastrophic, localized chain reaction.
[System Notification: Fleet-Wide Orbital Bombardment Interrupted.] [Massive Kinetic Trauma dealt to Hostile Armada.]
Golden plasma aggressively aggressively blossomed across the sky, turning the black smog into a localized supernova of burning angels and shattering bronze. Dozens of galleons lost their buoyancy, spinning out of control and colliding heavily into one another.
He stood at the prow of his flying battering ram as it ground to a catastrophic halt against the burning wreckage of three tangled dreadnoughts.
"Board them!" he commanded, drawing his Void-Steel longsword, the blade instantly igniting with a heavy, suffocating black fire.
Seraphina didn’t hesitate. The Eclipse Vanguard ripped her greatsword from the deck and launched herself across the burning chasm between the ships. She landed in the middle of a panicking squad of heavy infantry on the adjacent dreadnought.
"Your math is broken, and your Dominus is dead!" Seraphina roared. She spun into a localized hurricane of black fire, her blade conceptually erasing the kinetic force of their desperate strikes. Golden blood rained across the burning deck as she effortlessly dismantled the celestial vanguard.
From the shadows of the tangled masts, Lyriel went to work. The Void-Stalker bypassed the chaos entirely, shadow-stepping flawlessly from galleon to galleon. She materialized directly behind the commanding lieutenants, her hyper-dense void-daggers smoothly severing their celestial cores before they could even broadcast orders.
"Command structures neutralized, Emperor," Lyriel reported coldly over the Abyssal Trinity link, slipping back into the dark as three captains collapsed simultaneously.
Kaelen stepped off the prow of his ruined flagship and onto the heavily angled deck of the largest remaining dreadnought. A hundred battle-hardened legionnaires, realizing the Heretic was among them, formed a desperate phalanx of solid plasma shields.
"Purge the Anomaly!" their commander screamed, raising a heavy solar broadsword.
He didn’t swing his sword. He didn’t cast a spell. He wanted to test the new milestone he had ripped from the dead Warlord.
[System Notification: Activating Level 110 Milestone - ’Ascendant Authority: Primordial Dominion’.]
He took a single step forward and stomped his heavy boot directly onto the celestial bronze deck.
A localized pulse of pure, unadulterated Original Sin violently violently erupted from his foot. It bypassed the physical space entirely, forcefully injecting the hyper-dense, chaotic emotion of the Abyssal Heart directly into the ship’s logic core and the minds of the legionnaires.
The holy shields violently flickered and died. The legionnaires dropped their weapons, clutching their helmets as ten thousand years of suppressed agony, passion, and existential dread aggressively aggressively flooded their perfectly ordered minds. They were weeping golden tears of pure madness.
The dreadnought itself groaned as the pristine celestial magic powering it was forcefully overwritten by Kaelen’s authority. The blinding solar sails violently violently flashed to a deep, necrotic violet.
"I am the foundation," he rumbled, walking slowly through the weeping, broken phalanx. He didn’t even bother executing them. They were entirely conceptually shattered.
Down below, the planetary defense was in full swing.
"The sky is falling, Brutes!" Ariel broadcasted, her six void-metal wings actively steering the ground forces. The Abyssal Valkyrie was directing the siege engines with terrifying efficiency. "Harvest the wreckage! Do not let a single ounce of celestial bronze go to waste!"
As the crippled, burning galleons rained down into the toxic smog, the ten thousand Void-iron Brutes descended upon them like locusts. They dragged the surviving angels out of the wreckage, their heavy meat cleavers making quick work of the disoriented First Choir.
The unbeatable Solar Vanguard—the ultimate kinetic fist of the Goddess—was actively being butchered in the mud of the Abyssal Court.
He stood on the prow of the corrupted dreadnought, looking out over the burning, chaotic sky. Out of the original three hundred galleons, less than fifty were attempting to retreat back into the Fold, their solar sails desperately catching the turbulent dimensional winds.
"Let them run, Master?" Seraphina asked, landing heavily beside him, her armor completely soaked in boiling golden blood. She was panting heavily, a deeply euphoric smile plastered across her face.
"Yes," he smirked, resting his longsword on his shoulder. "Let the survivors limp back to the Third Choir. Let them broadcast the exact nature of their defeat to the rest of the Pantheon."
He reached out and pulled Seraphina against his side, his thumb wiping a streak of golden blood from her cheek.
"The archives are burned. The secret of the stolen divinity is ours. And the Vanguard has been completely broken." Kaelen looked up at the tearing gray static of the Fold. "The Goddess has no more proxies to hide behind. Phase Three has officially begun."