Amber
Above the illusory star map covering the Celestial Throne Galaxy Cluster, the new Interstellar Great Khan was performing the final sacrificial dance.
The Great Khan's form shifted between illusion and reality, impossible to define. Every time he lifted a foot or spread an arm, it was no mere physical movement, but one that tugged at the bloodlines and spacetime of the entire empire.
He slowly opened his arms, as if embracing the universe.
With that motion, several distant galaxies in the star map overhead warped accordingly, like flowing ribbons of light pulled by invisible threads, converging toward his palms. The radiance of the stars was absorbed by the paths of his dance, dimming the space around him, while he himself grew ever more brilliant, like a black hole devouring light yet emitting an even more heart-stopping radiance.
His feet stepped upon the great river of bloodlines. Every time one landed, enormous ripples spread beneath it.
Wherever the ripples reached, the faces of the myriad races struggling, roaring, or gradually submitting within the river all let out silent howls. It was not pain, but a resonance that reached down to the genetic level.
His dance steps were drumbeats, pounding against the source of life of every "Khan's Descendant," forcing their bloodlines to throb along with that ancient, primordial rhythm, strengthening their fusion and erasing the last traces of individual memory.
His spins stirred up a storm across the entire void domain.
Folds in space formed and settled around him, while the flow of time became viscous and strange. This dance was not meant to please any deity, because he was the god himself. It was an enactment of the rules, using the most primitive and direct ritual movements to declare his dominion over spacetime. With every sweep of his sleeve,