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The Great Nebula Convergence was not a meeting of diplomats but a gathering of celestial weights. In the heart of the Orion-Sigma cluster, where the gas clouds shimmered with the iridescent blood of dead galaxies, the Nebula Kings had constructed a platform of solidified time.
It was here that the masters of the universe waited. King Zephyr, King Pyros, and King Aether stood like pillars of law, surrounded by the personal guards of a dozen Tier 19 Emperors. Each guard was a being capable of snuffing out a solar system with a thought, yet they stood in tense silence, their eyes fixed on the empty space at the center of the ring.
"He is late," King Pyros rumbled, his plasma-form pulsing with an agitated white heat. "The Devourer treats the High Table like a common tavern. We should have sanitized the Helios-9 system the moment the Arbiter signal vanished."
