The seven massive vessels of the Primordial Empire hung in the void like broken toys. These were machines built to erase civilizations, powered by the core energy of dying stars, yet they looked pathetic.
The glowing white-and-gold hulls flickered, their lights dimming as if the very idea of power was being drained out of them.
Inside the lead ship, the four-eyed commander was no longer seated upon its crystalline throne. The sudden stop had ignored the laws of inertia, but the mental shock was far worse. Its sensors, tools that could map the birth of a galaxy, showed nothing but zeros.
"Logic error," the commander whispered, its constellation-like skin flickering wildly. "The laws of physics have been overwritten. Re-establishing connection to the Great Core…"
Naomi watched with wide eyes. "What happens now? Are you going to blow them up?"
