The Eukaryotic Civilization's frantic retreat came to a complete halt halfway through, because that yellow planet changed direction.
Aburame Tetsumaru was using it as a meteor hammer, but his attack was not a strike through the heart.
Once it drew close enough, he tightened his slackened psychokinesis again, steering the planet around and sending it charging along a tangent to the Dyson Sphere.
The planet's mass was too great, and its shape too irregular. Aburame Tetsumaru had enough strength to pull it, but no spare power to stabilize its trajectory. As a result, the planet's turn traced a wavering, chaotic path.
Such an erratic planetary trajectory made prediction vastly more difficult for the Eukaryotic Civilization. By the time they calculated that it was headed along a tangent to the Dyson Sphere's surface, it was already too late.
The Planet Fortress sliced diagonally into the Dyson Sphere. Before a sphere weighing trillions upon trillions of tons, the Dyson Sphere's sturdiness was not worth mentioning. Its thousand-kilometer-thick structure was like a quail eggshell beneath a hammer, shattering at the first touch.
Aburame Tetsumaru carefully used psychokinesis to propel and drag it, keeping the planet's trajectory aligned with the Dyson Sphere's curvature.
Like a red-hot iron ball passing through an inflated balloon, it carved a gash more than ten thousand kilometers wide into the Dyson Sphere, extending at two hundred kilometers per second.
According to Aburame Tetsumaru's calculations, it would take thirty-one days to cut through half the Dyson Sphere and trigger its total collapse.
But the Eukaryotic Civilization was already finished.
The Dyson Sphere's collapse was now irreversible. Even if the Eukaryotic Civilization's members fled in large numbers, losing their final home meant losing all hope of resisting the Zenith Civilization.
And escaping was hardly so easy.
After Aburame Tetsumaru's brutal use