Amidst the starry void—The colossal star that provided light and warmth for the entire sector suddenly detonated without warning!
Cataclysmic waves of energy and gamma radiation burst forth like the wrath of a cosmic god, sweeping across everything in an instant!
"What’s happening?!"
"Who did this?!"
Malekis’s face twisted in shock and fury.
In a heartbeat, he unfolded a barrier of dense dark energy, shielding himself from the first wave of destruction.
He could feel it—this was no natural phenomenon.
A force of inconceivable magnitude had detonated the star itself!
Then, through the raging tide of radiation and energy, a voice echoed—iron-blooded, merciless, reverberating like the final decree of judgment through all creation:
"Starcourt, Lord Malekis has colluded with the Abyss. The evidence is conclusive!"
"By the order of Dalton President Leo—commence complete purification!"
Out of the void, Elizabeth emerged like a golden war goddess, her presence shining brighter than the dying sun behind her.
Behind her—stretching across the void—was the vast, metallic tide of the Dalton Fleet!
Lilith’s Team Star blazed with celestial light; Fiona’s enormous dragon form unfurled its wings, casting a world-shrouding shadow; and Aragis’s cold, calculating will spread like an invisible dominion, freezing the battlefield under absolute control.
After uncovering the vast network of traitors and corrupted Abyssal forces hidden within the universe, Leo made his decision without hesitation.
Under his command, the full might of the Dalton military was unleashed—not as a show of power, but as an act of discipline.
He despised the idea of an army that only fought simulated wars.
Soldiers who had never faced true battle were useless.
If his men were to crumble at the first touch of death, then what was the point of having them at all?
He didn’t build this army to worship it—he built it to fight.
If he had to personally resolve every crisis, then he might as well abandon command altogether and take Lilith and the others on a universe-spanning vacation instead.
And now—this was the perfect chance.
These parasites, these hidden tumors festering within civilization, would serve as the whetstone upon which Dalton’s blade would be honed!
He would use this purge—a cosmic war of cleansing—to forge his forces into an invincible divine army before the coming apocalypse struck.
"Attack!"
Elizabeth’s sword pointed forward—and annihilation followed.
The flood of destruction swept through the entire world in an instant.
Within three months, the war was over.Every rebel force within the sector was wiped out.
The surviving local factions would handle the aftermath and clean-up.
But the Dalton war machine had already set its sights on the next world.
In the months that followed, Elizabeth’s legion became a weapon of terrifying precision—a flying sword cleaving through the cosmos along the fate coordinates that Leo calculated through causal astrology.
Every world they reached fell silent beneath the storm.
Council of Star Spirits
Deep within the obsidian nebula lay the ancient Council of Star Spirits, renowned for their mastery of psionics and mind control.
They prided themselves as the supreme sovereigns of the spiritual realm—so arrogant, in fact, that they believed they could twist the whispers of the Abyss itself and coexist symbiotically with demons.
When the Dalton fleet tore through the nebular veil and appeared before their sacred citadel,the Speaker of the Council responded with a massive psychic assault—an attempt to shatter the invaders’ will through collective mental pressure.
But what awaited him—was Elizabeth’s Judgment Sword Intent.
Her sword light cut not only through matter, but through the intangible fabric of mind and soul.
The Speaker’s eyes went blank; in the next instant, his head fell.
The psionic tempest that had once made the Council famous melted like frost under sunlight—powerless before the embodiment of divine order and will.
Within less than two months, the Council’s homeworld was obliterated by Dalton’s purifying main cannon.
A civilization that had lasted hundreds of thousands of years was reduced to nothing more than scattered cosmic dust.
When the TMC investigation teams finally arrived, all they found amid the void—was a faintly glowing Life Sprout Emblem, and conclusive evidence that the Council had been corrupted by Abyssal thought, attempting to construct a "Spiritual Abyss" through psionic communion.
Heart of Mountains, Void Predator, Pale Council, Guild of Deceivers...One by one, these civilizations were torn up by the roots.
The Dalton Fleet roamed from system to system,its campaign stretching across nearly every star of the known Order’s domain.
Countless proud or deceitfully hidden factions fell like morning dew before the rising sun.
Elizabeth’s forces operated like a surgeon’s blade—cold, precise, and utterly merciless, cutting away every trace of corruption or deceit that refused unity.
At first, the TMC’s member nations watched in horror.
Then came numb silence.
And finally—reverence.
Their observers sent back reports that shattered every limit of comprehension.
Dalton’s fleets fought with impossible efficiency, leaping across galaxies in coordinated strikes.
Dalton’s champions overwhelmed entire legions, winning battles that should have been unwinnable by every known metric.
But what truly shook the TMC’s heart—was that Dalton’s conquest was not one of meaningless destruction.
Wherever the Life Sprout Emblem was left behind,it served both as a declaration and a warning:
"Those who walk with the Abyss—shall face only annihilation."
The great purge lasted over thirty cosmic years,scouring away nearly all malignant powers feeding on the body of the universe.
Until one day—
A corrupted dominion harboring an Astral Envoy was finally destroyed.
Elizabeth herself decapitated its leader, and the fortress star—maintained for tens of millennia—was atomized under Dalton’s synchronized main cannons.
The war of internal cleansing, which had raged for thirty years, had at last reached its end.
Dalton’s blade was forged, quenched, and perfected.The universe, though scarred and weary, was now cleaner than ever before.
And then—
From the Sub-Spatial Rift Sector, a chilling alarm tore through the heavens.
"Maximum Alert! Maximum Alert!"
"Sub-Spatial Rift Sector—K-77 Core Containment Zone—barrier completely collapsed!"
"Detected: massive-scale, high-density Abyssal miasma overflow! Confirmed Abyssal Lord-class presence!"
"Accompanied by an overwhelming swarm of Void Zerg signals! Repeat—K-77 Containment Breach! Cataclysm... has begun!!"
The sirens of universal crisis blared across every corner of the cosmos.
After countless eons of dread and preparation—the Apocalypse had finally arrived.
The rift of spacetime was torn open—and through it, the monstrous maw of the Abyss bared its fangs at the trembling stars.