At the center of the lower deck of the Shadow of the Throne, Nimrod looked around. After confirming that all fifty-one Hraf Originators had arrived, his thoughts stirred.
The Space Apes in the First Layer Space of the Kingdom of Disorder immediately sprang into action, using potion ingredients such as Dusky Hunters hunted from the now-erased homeworld of the Second Legion to begin concocting the Sequence 5 "Reaper" potion.
As the Mentor of Chaos raised his left arm, all his spirituality surged into the Hand of Order Power Fist worn on his left fist.
Brilliant golden light leapt up, dyeing the deck—redivided into Zone XXXIII after its pre-battle modifications—into a golden kingdom.
With his spirituality dried up, Nimrod felt a needle-like stabbing pain at his temples.
The Crimson Chain wrapped around the little finger of his right hand flowed with light, and the pain gradually receded.
Nimrod's thoughts stirred. As the chosen master of the Kingdom of Disorder, he drew on the power of Source Essence and let it seep into the real world.
Black mist quietly emerged from the fingertips of his left hand, enveloping the Hand of Order gauntlet.
Blinding golden light spread at tremendous speed, covering the other three hundred and sixty-two zones surrounding the center in the blink of an eye.
All ten levels of the lower deck were rendered into a golden kingdom.
In the eyes of the Mentor of Chaos, countless Rule Lines of different colors and varied shapes painted out a strange kingdom.
Blue teleportation threads, red lines of flame...
The lines overlapped layer upon layer, crossing in chaotic disorder.
The Hraf looked around, the tendrils on their lower jaws twisting uneasily.
The King of Hraf slid limbs grown stiff with age, and amid crackling pops, a Warp distortion that shook real space