Meanwhile—
In the far reaches of deep space, a colossal warship hung silently in the void, so massive it seemed to blot out the stars.
Its size dwarfed even the Doomsday Ark.
A dense energy barrier wrapped around the vessel like a stellar corona, and even the faintest leak of its power was enough to collapse an ordinary world.
Inside the ship's central command chamber, a towering figure sat upon a throne.
Every breath he took seemed to tug at the very fabric of space.
"Explain."
The voice was low, cold, and sharp, echoing through the vast hall.
"Why couldn't you handle a mere low-tier Plane World?"
"You even needed me to intervene with a projection?"
All the generals in the room were kneeling, heads bowed so low they didn't dare lift their eyes.
Their voices trembled.
"That world… it's not normal."
"They've developed their own Powered Combat Armor."
"And they have airborne Sky Fortresses."
"This level of tech should only exist in high-tier civilizations."
