The vacuum of space near Earth's orbit was no longer silent.
It was filled with the hum of high-tech engines and the heavy, suffocating pressure of ancient power.
On one side, the golden, majestic fleet of the Aetherion Primordial Empire stood like a fortress of light.
On the other, the sleek, silver-gray vessels of the Chaos Temple hovered like silent predators.
In the center of this cosmic standoff stood Noah, a young man who looked like an ordinary human, backed by a million warriors whose eyes burned with a loyalty that could melt stars.
"Your Majesty, we have entered the solar system of Earth," a bridge officer reported inside the Emperor's golden flagship.
He looked at the monitors, his brow furrowing.
"But... there is no aura of the demon Beelzebub here. The readings show nothing but the residual energy of a massive battle."
Emperor Victor, stood at the center of the command deck, his body radiating a soft, constant golden light.
